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i hope to always remember these moments. the ones where the baby and i are sleeping together on the bed, me on my back, him on my chest, him drooling, me blissed out while we sleep together, skin to skin, heart to heart.
or the moments when he’s soothed by my holding him tight, when he giggles over john’s growing beard, when he coos with his favorite book, or chomps ever so vigorously on his fave apples+blueberry mix.
motherhood has been the single biggest gift in letting it all go. in keeping my heart open. i’ve never leaned so deep into the chaos before and enjoyed its tiny scattered pieces. the discomfort passes, i suppose, with the immersion of it, and here i am, happily functioning in everyday complete chaos! it is heartbreaking and hearthealing all at once, every single moment of every single day.
there really is no roadmap on this unending spiritual exploration of truth and beauty. i hope it will always be led by heart and by soul.