“a portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014″
(And thanks to the ever lovely Jodi for inspiring us all…)
It’s been one of those weeks that makes me long for pre-parenthood days…when Ryan and I could decide to sleep in until ten and then leisurely lounge in our pajamas while we both read a good book. Until…of course…I see her sweet face and she rubs her mouth against my cheek in an attempt to mimic my kisses. That desire quickly floats away.
Parenthood is both exhausting and exhilarating. If anyone tells you its going to be easy, they’re lying, but if they don’t also tell you it’s going to be glorious, they’re holding back truth.
I’m not sure if she’s going through a growth spurt or fighting off the virus her cousins came down with over the weekend. Whatever the cause, she’s been a handful, and I could use a full-body massage (along with a full nights sleep). But she’s also been showing me how she loves me:
She nuzzles her head into my shoulder when a stranger comes close.
She flaps her legs and waves her arms as soon as I come into the room.
She wants to nurse, not to eat, but to just rest against my body.
She giggles profusely when I kiss her on the mouth.
And so it’s been a hard week, but a good week, and I know that next week is going to be just as challenging and wonderful.
