I feel like I take plenty of photos that illustrate our everyday life that someday my kids will look through and appreciate our little life and I will appreciate all the headaches they caused me. ha! But really maybe they will and maybe they won’t but I love our days spent together despite my sarcasm in the last sentence. Nobody told me that motherhood would be so hard. No one really tells you anything. It’s like you leave the hospital with a baby and there you go… But I don’t think anyone really tells you how challenging because, for the most part, the munchkins make up for it with all the happy, gushy I-am-so-grateful-to-be-your-mommy moments. I love those times. It really does help me forget earlier that day when I wanted to pull my hair out.
My bestie from ages ago took our family pictures. And before I just went on a rant about being a mom I was talking about pictures. How I love our everyday photos, they are my favorite kind of pics, but I wanted someone else to capture us together. You know, in a totally unrealistic running around in a field… only stopping to hug and laugh kind of way. Because these pictures are great too. Sure it looks like a pic you take out of a frame you just bought but, man, I love it. How would I even capture that squeeze from Avery or Collins dimple and how he’s gazing down at me like we had just met yet deeper like we’ve been together for ten years? How did this happen? We look like such a big family to me. It’s weird how beyond the outfits and curled hair this picture captures how I feel about these munkchins and my man. Surrounded by chaos yet we are holding onto each other since that’s all that matters in the first place.
And just when I think life couldn’t get more crazy…
15 weeks preggo to be exact!