Soaking up the moment

Today was one of those beautiful spring days...the sun was shining, the birds were singing...and my little monster was running around the yard taking it all in. Today was very different though, it was the first day in a long time that I recall being there. This past week it hit me that my little boy is growing by leaps and bounds! He's almost a year and a half and yet...there are so many moments I only remember because I took pictures. I can see the faces and the places but I can't recall the magical little things that surrounded them. Today something made me stop and think: I went out with my hyper active kid, expecting him to run and jump around...and instead he sat down on the grass and stared at the big tree on our yard. He looked so calm and happy and peaceful, it made me wish I could see things the way he does. 

I spend so much time trying to catch up with life I forget to live. And every day I tell myself I'll relax and enjoy my little boy tomorrow...and I go off to cook meals and do laundry and make to-do lists (I love making lists!) hoping to get everything done so then I can finally be in the moment. Well... it's been almost 547 days since we welcomed Urijah into our lives, and guess what? I still don't have it all together, there's still a long to-do list pinned to the fridge, dirty laundry to be done, a floor that needs mopping and a few dishes sitting on the sink...and something tells me there's always gonna be a toy out of place and random trinkets on the table. Some things won't change but my little boy won't be little forever, and he's far more important than my home looking like those wonderfully immaculate houses on Pinterest. So I've decided to stop...take a step back...and soak up the moment. 

Tonight, I sit in a house that's far from looking perfect but I'm fulfilled; I can recall my son's bright smile as he ran on the yard and his awe as he saw tiny flower petals flying with the wind and how messy his hair looked and how he smelled like the Silk Strawberry and Banana juice he was drinking mixed with my favorite baby cologne mixed with dirt. 

And hopefully, there'll be many more days like today when the magical little things that go with a picture stay engraved in my mind forever.

- Motherhood isn't perfect, but it's a beautifully imperfect journey -