it’s been over two years since i’ve made the time to sit down and write. life — particularly the precious life aaron and i created — got in the way.
the soundtrack i hear now as i write is not the same; i’ve traded my beloved frank sinatra and edith piaf for disney soundtracks and liam’s loud animal impressions. still, i wouldn’t trade it for the world.
becoming a mother at the age of 19 was not something i was looking forward to. i felt robbed of my youth, of my freedom, of my dreams. my story had barely even begun, and it already felt as though i had reached its end. for the longest time, i hated myself for ever letting it happen.
but then we met our darling boy, and in that moment, i knew nothing i could ever dream up would be better.
my little liam has brought me more joy than i even knew possible. the little things that are so easy to overlook have become the big things in my life — watching airplanes fly overhead, putting on fresh-out-of-the-dryer clothing, stomping in rain puddles, cooking a meal together, spontaneous dance parties, hand shadow puppetry, sharing a warm cup of tea, building blanket forts, saying “hello” to people we pass, and crawling into bed as a family.
this is my diary of our daily life, finding joy in the little things.
these are my little joys.