If someone would have told me at 19 years old that I was about to meet my future husband and father of my children I probably would have kicked them in the shin. Seriously.
But here I am 6.5 years later married to that weird funeral director who took me on my very last first date.
I never would have guessed sitting there in that small draft house that the man I was trying not to scare away by having diarrhea of the mouth would become my baby daddy….twice! I didn’t even like other peoples kids much less want any of my own that were non returnable.
But here he is, being a better dad than I could have ever imagined!
It is crazy how fast time escapes you and how much changes in such a short period. I catch myself constantly wishing for the next step in life. When Tommy and I were dating I couldn’t wait to get engaged. Once we were engaged I couldn’t wait for the wedding. When I found out I was pregnant with Declin all I wanted was for my Christmas Eve due date to get here. Then I couldn’t wait for him to roll over, to crawl, to walk.
I am working really hard on trying to live in the moment and not rush things. They are only little once and before I know it they will be asshole teenagers who don’t want to spend time with their mama.
Time for me to stop rambling because Declin is currently jumping on Cooper. Is it bad that I am secretly wishing for Cooper to be big enough to defend himself against his brother?? #sendhelp
Parting words of wisdom: Enjoy the little moments and stop rushing to get to the so called big things in life, because when you take a step back and look at all the little things, they matter the most.