{flying solo}

I saw the most perfect snowflake that I’ve ever seen yesterday!  It landed on the kids’ stroller while we were out for a walk.  It was so perfect, in fact, that I had to stop and admire it for a little bit.  A winter’s version of stopping to smell the roses, if you will!

We were supposed to get twenty centimeters of snow last night and knowing that made me simplistically grateful for my little snowflake moment because I knew that – had it been a few hours later – I probably wouldn’t have noticed it.  I would have gotten lost in the storm.  Blown away by the winds.  Never to be appreciated.

This week has been my first week “flying solo” with both kids.  Since the day that Avery was born there has been at least two…but usually three…and sometimes upwards of seven adults in our house at all times!  So while the kids may not have always been outnumbered…we have, at least, benefited from a level playing field!  Now, going on six weeks later, it’s just the three of us during the day, figuring out what our new routine is now that this pretty little addition has joined us!

Truthfully, I’m relieved to find that it’s not so bad!  I’ve spent months anticipating that my soul would be crushed under the weight of trying to juggle four people’s schedules, but I’m starting to be convinced that, as long as no one takes away my coffee, we might just all live to talk about it!!!  Having said that though…it’s busy!  Very busy!  Between feedings and naps and bath times and doctors appointments and bible studies and gym classes and client meetings {and and and…!!}, we are – essentially – living in our own little snow storm.  Throughout the course of the day, it can feel like flurries are blowing in a thousands different directions…conditions can be pretty messy…and like any snow storm, your visibility can easily get compromised…making it hard to see too far ahead.  But then, there’s also the moments when that most wonderful of snowflakes lands right in front of you and you have no choice but to just stop and enjoy its perfection.  Moments like reading in bed with Hudson at the end of the night…or watching the adorable faces that Avery makes while giving her a bath.  Because every storm comes to an end…every storm has a calm {ours usually arrives around 8pm each night!!}…and when all is said and done, every storm is actually made up of countless little pieces of unique perfection.  You just have to stop long enough to notice them.

And when all else fails {and heaven knows there will be days when everything epically fails!!}…I guess I’ll just put on some boots and mitts, and patiently wait for the storm to pass!!  It is winter, after all!

In the meantime…our little love turned a month old last week!  Already!  And I’m convinced that few things in life are sweeter than this Daddy and his daughter…