It’s well-past my bedtime, and my cool cucumber of a husband lounges on the futon, sweetly ignoring my piles of lessons strewn about the floor. He reads Rolling Stone, flashing me a pic every once in awhile, waiting. I write for Mamalode now because today’s motto is, “do it while you’re thinking about it”. Otherwise, it’ll be too late.
The accelerando of parenthood is real, our babe is almost a year old. Full of giggles and kisses- revamping our identities, celebrating hers.
Who knows where the wind will blow? In just four short months, our family will return from this one-bedroom bungalow to our favorite mountains.
In this in-between, I pin dreams of a future home, constantly tidying ours. Not to pine away our time here- this time is fresh and special, fleeting.
I become the little spoon and let sleep wash over me.
Our space is ours. Wherever we are, love grows.