A home is love

So today was a blessed day. I was able to see my godson Andrew again. I have missed him so much. That little life that brought so much joy. He is still the same blue eyed blond haired boy, sweet as can be just, BIGGER! Anyway, I am so glad I was able to spend a couple of hours with him.

I am having a hard time, a hard time with feeling like my time is not my time. That I give to everyone else. Not to my kid or to my husband, that is problem. Everyday someone wants me and Delilah somewhere, I want a week where we don't have to go anywhere, where we can just be at home and people can come to us. I don't want to go out except places that Delilah and I want to go, the park, the store, gymboree! I am also tired of feeling obligated to be at every event that people hold. I feel blessed that people what us around, but at the same time I wish they would leave us alone. I am tired today so I think that is why I am feeling the way I am.

Delilah was particularly funny today. As I arrived in the trader Joe's parking lot, she was fussy. I was helping to put her in the front pack for my Dad, and then I smelled it. Sure enough this is the 5th day in row where she as EXPLODED. She filled both pant legs today. WHAT A MESS! AHH. I even tried new diapers, nope does not matter she is just good at what she does. She also is now a giggling fiend. I love it.

• Today Delilah taught me to appreciate the home we have. I love that we the space and environment we have. That Delilah has brought a sense of peace and love to our home. A sense of calmness and sunlight. I love her toys and I love the laughter she brings. Delilah taught me you can make any place a home, as long as your bring love. Sappy I know, but it is true.