Tough Days are Still Beautiful

Today was off to a rough start but as I’m sitting on my couch typing this I am watching my son finally smile and laugh at me. We’ve had a hard last couple of days, not sleeping, lots and lots of fussing, constantly needing to be held. Not sure if it’s a growth spurt, teething or a upset tummy but whatever it is I wish I could take it away. The worst feeling is not being able to do anything for him.

Then there are moments like this, when we have no sleep we’re drained and exhausted, but Jeremiah just sits there smiling at me. It makes me forget about that last 48 hours and appreciate everything I have. I love him, I love my life, everything we have. I am so blessed. He is growing so fast, no longer my little new born. I can’t believe he’s going to be six months in just a few short weeks.

I would have sworn he’s said daddy and dada a couple times this week. It feels like Jeremiah has been around my whole life, I can’t think of what life was like before him but on the other hand I feel like I just gave birth to him. It’s a weird feeling, being a mom, being his mom. I’m loving every moment of it. Even the hard ones we’ve been having recently. I know it doesn’t last forever, he’ll be walking and talking before long and this precious time will be gone. I’m going to enjoy all the cuddle time he needs and asks for, because I know he won’t always want it.

I love my life, my husband and my son. God is too good to me.
Reminder to myself this week, tough days are still beautiful, the smiles make it all worth it.

XOXO

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