Monday Mornings

Our weekends tend to whirlwind through our house, usually filling every corner of our home, and our laundry baskets, with debris.  Good debris, the kind left from beach outings, picnics, birthday parties, movie nights and whatever other opportunities pop up, but the evidence speaks for itself.

So as Monday morning creeps upon us, it usually takes a little longer for our eyes to open.  Our sleepy eyelids recuperating from the weekend storm, and slowly opening to find ourselves knee deep in laundry piles, toys stacked up and errands to run.

Today, the kids and I are pacing ourselves through the aftermath, but as per my promise to myself, I'm going to enjoy it all.  The quiet moments, the loud ones, the laundry, and the playing in between.

I do have a beautiful post on it's way, but for now I'm being beckoned by my first-born little.  Grocery shopping and princess tea parties under our willow await.

And so, I'll leave you with this...



A hint of what's to come.

You can read up on the first installment of Brayden's birth story here.