Shoes: ASOS, Leggings: Nike, Plaid: Thrifted, Tee: Target, Jacket: H&M, Sunglasses: Target
I'm having a perfect day. And the thing about this perfect day is that a few months ago, this would have been just a normal day. Waking up with three other people in my bed, one of which a 2am stowaway, and spending some time leaning into our sleep smashed pillows to take in the smiles and morning squeals of the two littlest ones. Then a trip to the kitchen for breakfast, the battle to get everyone dressed for the day, while making plans for a trip to the park or cleaning the house or nothing but legos in the living room for the whole morning. This was the regular day. But this morning, when I woke up with three other people in my bed, instead of one plus a stowaway, it was perfect. And when we leaned back to watch our babies greet each other with their smiles and morning squeals, it was perfect. And a trip to the kitchen for breakfast, made with one extra serving, was perfect. And the battle to get everyone dressed with one extra set of hands, was perfect. And the plans for the day, which were made this morning, in the crisp morning air and a sun drenched hammock, were really really perfect. We decided on both legos AND a trip to the park.
And then there's the other normal. Or the special occasion normal because it literally never happens. The unparalleled and certainly not cliched romance of a candle-lit bubble bath, and chocolate covered strawberries, etcetera, etcetera . A date night for two, plus a stowaway. A bathing beauty with cascading leg rolls, covered in sudsy bubbles and gumming on a strawberry just big enough for her hand. And it was kind of perfect too. Not to over exert the word perfect. But.