it has been a long and exhausting last few days in the moon household since our little one has been plagued by his first cold. oh, how long the nights have been. and days. little known fact, babies can wake up over twenty times in a single night.
i am tired, but well. i keep reminding myself of that.
we spent a lot of our time slowing down, cuddling, navigating and gently treading through his first sickness. i won't forget this time, not ever. it has been a huge learning curve for us, and caring for a beautiful, pure being is humbling. he looks to me for everything, but little does he know, i only know very little. i rely heavily on a force much greater than my own.
on sunday, once steve returned home to us (after being gone all weekend, as he is most weekends) we ventured downtown, as we do most sundays. the sun was so bright and so warm, i could feel my bones ignite and my skin felt softer. i believe so much in the power of nature and i am convinced just a few moments outside, in the earth's air, under mother nature's trees is where true healing rests. we read in the sunshine at our favorite coffee shop and bought our week's produce from the farmer's market. i rocked my sweet boy on my chest in my favorite new sling until he fell asleep. steve kissed us both, even more so than usual.
i've always loved sundays, but lately, they've felt so earned and even more beautiful.