When we moved into our house (over 5 years ago now!), we finished the basement, assuming that it would one day be a space where our kids could hang out together and/or with friends. At that time, Amalia was only two so going down there alone wasn't really an option. Now that the kids are 4 and (almost) 8, they're ok to play without me in the same room.
Happy Friday! It has been the most beautiful week here in Connecticut and I can feel the dread of winter slipping away day by day. My tennis group had our first outdoor lesson of the season this week and I was literally hopping up and down in delight the entire time. I love this time of year so much!
Lately, I’ve been having this weird feeling I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s not bad, per se, just different. A little untethered. A little... in between I guess. I'm not sure if it has to do with turning 40 or having kids that are no longer toddlers, but it's definitely crept up on me.
Every year when Mother’s Day rolls around, I find myself reflecting (even more than usual lol) on just how much moms really do every single day. From wiping noses (and butts), trying to give sage advice when we often have no idea what we're doing ourselves, or managing to keep everything running smoothly (even when we're running on empty).
