this morning i wake up to a bright-eyed, smiley boy cuddling next to me.
mornings with brooks are the best. we lay there for a good half hour and smile and talk to each other.
we usually take pictures to send to dad and we check instagram together. haha but seriously.
today after our morning routine, i decided to give brooks a bath in the kitchen sink. he loves bath time.
right as i got him out he began to fuss, and i figured he was just cold so i wrapped him tightly in his towel and hugged him close.
he then proceeded to projectile vomit all over me, himself, the towel, and the floor.
it was so sad. he was whining and i could tell he was in pain.
my plans of showering, cleaning the house, going shopping, etc. were immediately put on hold.
as i held my helpless baby boy, i got this overwhelming feeling of joy and happiness.
i am so grateful to be a stay at home mom. i am so happy that i am the one that gets to sit here and rock my baby boy to sleep and make his tummy feel better.
i have been thinking about going to work part time and this moment and experience made me realize that my job is to be a mother. my job is to stay at home.
to hold this sweet little thing and offer comfort. it is what brings me happiness. i know that i am exactly where i am supposed to be.
and that is exactly where i want to be.
i never knew that i was capable of feeling so much love for something so little.
i am so thankful for a loving husband who supports my decision to stay home. one who works a little longer and a little harder, so that we can survive the world with only one income.
all the stress, worry, trials, and hard times are so worth it when his little face lights up and he smiles.
being a wife and a mother is the greatest gift i have been blessed with.