I've really missed this space.
Our days happen and I love them and struggle with them at the same time. And by the end of the day I'm craving a few moments to write in this space but, for obvious reasons, it never is the priority.
Rowan is growing and changing. Annabelle and Ainsleigh are reminding me almost by the minute how much more demanding they are compared to a new baby in the house. And that is precisely where my daily struggles lie. The twins are playing with pop beads, happily talking with their loud voices as I type. And I wonder how I ever get frustrated with two miniature people. Alas, mothering twins will always be one of my greatest accomplishments--when it is all said and done.
I'm getting stronger and a little more rested, week by week. I'm amazed by how exciting Rowan still is to his sisters. They quickly do their morning jobs so they can hold Rowan for a millisecond before he cries. They are absolutely in love.
much love to you, my readers,
the sleepy time gal