Loved Up

Three years in, and I am loving motherhood so hard. Yes it's hard work, no one would ever say that it wasn't, but I love it so much that I can barely put words to it.

Audrey at three years old is incredibly loving and affectionate. She tells me she loves me daily, she tells me she likes me, she tells me I'm her friend. It's an indescribable feeling every time she does.

You guys, I miss her right now. She's asleep upstairs and I miss her and can't wait to go up and hug her and tell her I love her and snuggle up next to her and fall asleep.

I know it sounds overblown and sentimental and silly. I don't even care.

I love reading stories with her.

I love spending all day out in the rain with her.

I love making giant siphonophores in the bath out of old plastic Easter eggs with her.

I love growing sunflowers with her.

I love jumping around with her.

I love nursing her.

I love it when we're out walking and she takes my hand.

I love "MOON CHEESE!"

I love her grin.

I love playing catch.

I love watching videos.

I love it when she wants us both to squeeze onto one chair.

I love train trips with her.

I love sitting next to her on the bus.

I love cooking with her.

And I don't even care if this post is ridiculous and sappy. I know how lucky I am, and I'm not going to pretend this isn't the best thing I've ever been part of.