A New Beginning....

So, I'm finally doing it. I've talked about starting a new blog for quite some time and here I am. I'm a little nervous. And a little bit excited. This is my chance to finally write. Perhaps no one will ever read my ramblings. Or perhaps a few people will. But that doesn't really matter. I'm just happy to finally be free to write. I'm shaking off the chains of insecurity and familiarity. I will no longer dread the weekly, sweet but nonetheless irritating comments of "oh, I read your blog this week and it was so sweet" from certain motherly influences in my life. (I have no intention of telling them about this new site.) For some reason, I have never felt like I could fully express my heart in writing knowing that my Mom and Mother-in-law are reading. I know- that speaks of insecurity on my part, but that is a mountain I am not ready to scale. I'm saving that giant for another day.

It's getting dark outside which means two things. One, I need to close my blinds, and two, Matt will be coming home soon. Oh, how I missed him today. I've missed his nearness. Lucas has been fussy and for some reason, he has only found comfort in my arms or at my breast. I find myself energized and drained all at the same time from being a mom. As every Mom knows, this is a 24/7 job. It's no wonder Matt often finds me hiding in the bathroom, novel in hand, desperate for one more minute to breath. But I wouldn't trade it for anything. And I mean that. Of course, I miss the freedom life before a child brought, how easy it was to run errands or be spontaneous. But the waves of joy I feel deep in my heart everytime I embrace my son move me forward each day. That and the love of my devoted husband. A man who can melt me in just one look, in just one touch.

For now,

S