Yesterday morning I opened my eyes and already the day seemed so full. I hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet, but the days fullness — I could feel it in my bones. The night before Zack walked into our bedroom and said like, “Look at this home. There are little messes everywhere and I love it.” And I couldn’t agree more. Sometimes I struggle with wanting to have anything in it’s place. With wanting the bed made or the kitchen clean, or Bauer’s toys set aside instead of in the middle of the room. I feel like the longer we live here, the closer we get to baby arriving, I care less about those things. Because I look at this home — the life it represents, and I love it just the way it is. Things are starting to get crazy around here. I’m scrambling to get everything done before baby arrives. I have days when I feel so tired, mentally + physically, that all I wish to do is rest. And then other days when I think I should be doing more but know deep down I’m doing plenty :) Turns out chasing dreams… moving to California and preparing to have a baby in just a handful of weeks, is tiring. But I love it :) I mean, when we’re out on our daily walk I get to see citrus trees! And this tree is full of them — a simple reminder that feeling full is good.
Are you embracing the fullness of life? Do you see the little messes in your home as bits of happiness? xoxo