Happy Day

A large bouquet that Ben jokes represents all the future members of the family. If that includes future grandkids and great-grandkids, I'll take it.


Remnants of breakfast in bed, proudly paraded in not once, but twice, after mama groggily asked for just a few more minutes of sleep.


A beautiful book to help prepare our babies for a homebirth. I had two girls in bed with me who asked to read it "one more time" for a grand total of five readings, squealing in delight each time that the baby is actually born. And I don't think I would mind reading it a hundred more times. Ben said he would help me edit out the few passages that seem to diverge from our birth experience (who says there needs to be yelling and screaming at a birth?). When we're through with it, this will truly be a hypnobirthing baby prep book.


And one little baby that is getting closer to being with us day by day. What a lovely day to enjoy being a mother, but I must confess, motherhood is a job that comes with such celebration each day. Sending wishes of love and warmth to all of the mothers out there. This really is holy, beautiful work that we're doing.