Let's face it, the last seven weekends have looked a whole lot like the last seven weeks. I guess can expect that for a while since I'll be staying at home with Harper from now on. And I'm okay with that. We may have some special weekends with visitors, trips to Austin, upcoming weddings, or just lunch dates with friends; but the days will basically look the same.
So what exactly does that look like? And is it everything I hoped?
Honestly, yes. My days, including weekends, are spent getting to know my sweet girl. They're spent watching her while she eats, staring at her while she sleeps, and laughing at her while she sits in her bumbo/plays on her mat/tries to stand on those long, wobbly legs.
They're spent singing to her, taking her picture, and holding her over my shoulder.
Every second is spent loving her.
So what do I hope this weekend looks like? Just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. Because every day I get to spend loving on this kid is a great day. Even if somewhere among all that sweetness, I'm frustrated with her crying, grossed out by her pooping on me (oh, it happens), or exhausted from no napping--none of that compares to her sweet smiles, or knowing that she's actually starting to look at me and not just through me, or the love I feel when she lays that head on my shoulder and drifts off to sleep.
Yes, that's what I hope my weekend looks like: watching my seven week old daughter sleep, eat, even poop. Because it hasn't gotten old yet. She's still awe-inspiring. And if there's a special outing or experience we can share together, great. As long as Harper and Neal are there, I'll be happy.
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