Time flies

It's weird that I'm going to be 25 next week and I still never really feel like an adult...I can't compare to the other moms I see out and about. The moms with 400 dollar strollers and super clean calm kids, organized diaper bags and well put together outfits with awesome accessories. It's hard not to feel insignificant with amazing women like that all over the place. I look at me and Kjonaas, covered in whatever snack we just had, diaper bag and hair a mess and I just feel blown away.




I can't help but smile and be grateful though because I know that Kjonaas is living the life I would have wanted so badly at his age and the reason that we're covered in snacks is because he loves to hug and kiss even when he is covered in peanut butter. Our diaper bag is unorganized because I just can't bear to stop playing with him when we are having such a great time running through the park like there is no one else in the world around us.


A few weeks ago we were driving to the park with the windows down enjoying the breezy day and singing and dancing to the smiths and I had to stop and just breathe and smile because that moment was exactly what I imagined when he was nothing more than a tiny shrimpy guy living in my womb.

If I never look like one of those well put together moms with the perfectly behaved babies, I'm ok with that because I have him. Its hard to explain how I see him but it's as if he can't get enough of life...he always wants more time on the swings, more tofutti cuties, more hugs, more snuggles, more everything because he just loves it so much.

He is the kind of person everyone wants to be around because you just can't feel bad around him, his positive attitude rubs off on you and getting to be around him for the past (almost) two years has irrevocably changed me for the better.