Good To Know

The girls played dress up with their favorite aunt, Jaimie, while my mom and I worked. They like her way more than they will ever like me. Who can blame them?

A few things I learned this week.

Man does not live by bread alone but it is a total B word trying to live without it completely. So yesterday I caved. And ate a dollar hamburger. And a loaf of crunchy on the outside, soft like a cloud on the inside French bread. And five cookies. And a chile relleno. And then topped it off with a bowl of salted caramel ice cream. Today will be better. I have my game face on. It is go time.

There is something special about an early morning hour spent with the husband before the kids wake up. We laugh. We cuddle. We eat eggs together in a kitchen that is still only lit by the light in the ceiling. It is a magical little moment between the two of us. An instant to prepare for all the things that will fill the hours that separate us as we go about our different works. It is something I need, a few minutes in which we remind ourselves of the life we hope for and the best way to make it happen each and every day.

And finally. There is nobody as giving and willing as your own sweet mother. Yesterday, she worked side by side with me on a project that was my idea and requires more of her than me. She did it with a smile. It was a day I will remember and a memory that will inform the way I mother for the rest of my life.

I love that lady.

Have a fabulous weekend.