27 years old.
Today, Ryan and I spent the day in Milwaukee to celebrate the day of my birth.
Oh, my. It was wonderful.
We bought loads of groceries at Trader Joe's (I miss that place), spent over an hour in Anthropologie, my most favoritest store, and went to Starbucks. Twice. We had lots of good food and good conversation. It reminded me of being newly married when we could spend hours talking about our dreams and values. It was magical. We needed this day.
Oh, but how wonderful to come home to our snuggly babies. There are days (you know the days where nobody naps and everybody screams ALL.DAY.LONG?) when I think I want to go back to that time before kids.
But I don't. Not really.
Even now, I'm holding my girl, who's been sleeping for some time, because I'm not ready to put her in her bed. I'm listening to Sylas and Ryan over the baby monitor, have an extra long prayer, thanking God for each family member over and over, because Ryan isn't quite yet ready to put Sy guy is his bed. After a day apart, we need this time.
This. This too, is magical.