Two nights ago Ellie was getting a little restless and I wanted to have some play time with her before I went to dinner with my girlfriends. I took an old blanket my mom purchased at antique shop with me when I was ten out to the backyard beneath the shade of the scrub oak. I hollered at my mom to join us if we wanted and she did. It was such a simple thing, but at the end of the day as I wrote in my journal I noted: "My favorite part of today was lying with Ellie on a blanket in the backyard."
It reminded me of the time I came across this three years ago and how I fell even more in love with the idea of having kids of my own. And now here I am, mothering my first-born and trying hard to remind myself to take mental notes of how great this actually is. I feel like I need to pinch myself sometimes. Like: Wake Up!!! Here's that baby you were wanting SOOOOO bad every day of your life before she came. Now she's here, and you know what? At times it seems so normal, and so natural to have her here that it becomes easy to just tote her around every I go without really paying good attention to her. That's why moments like these are important- moments when you're really there, living in the moment, drinking up that person that's right there in front of you.
The weather in September is so dreamy. And though I gush and effuse my undying love for Utah- you get this kind of weather year round in California folks. That... I am happy about. Making a quilt is on my immediate to do list so we can create many more moments like these. Because heaven forbid lying on a store-bought polyester blanket- only a handmade quilt creates a backdrop like this. ;)
My mom (Have I ever told you that I literally believe my mom can do anything? She's remarkable she is.) is coaching me through some sewing lessons this weekend to create a tablecloth like the one we used for Ellie's blessing. I'm then hoping to transfer those acquired skills to quilt-making. Ambitious? I'm nothing if not ambitious.
These are the kind of things I dreamed about. This is what I wanted "having a baby" to be like.
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