One day, I will wear dangly earrings again. For now, I will gladly wear my studs and welcome the grabby hands of this little bundle of activity as he clutches my face and leans in for a kiss.
One day, I will wear nice clothes outside of work. For now, I’ll settle for casual tees and jeans for any occasion so I can snuggle my little man and not care at all that I am covered in drool, snot and spit-up.
One day, I will eat a hot dinner…before 9:00pm. Bedtimes will get easier and quicker, although I do fully accept it could be years before I have a hot meal. Until that happens, I will willingly rock, shush and nurse to sleep as much as needed.
One day, I will wear more scarves and statement necklaces. But not until I’m tired of this (and I probably will never be):
One day, I will decorate the house again with picture frames and trinkets. Until then, I will relish every morning when I catch my son growing in leaps and bounds and doing things like this:
One day, I will sleep through the night again. But when I do, I will miss this view:
One day will come, but I will try not to rush it. For now, I will let us just be; everything else can wait.