This is strange.
It's a strange thing, shifting roles in life. It's weird, going from being the daughter and sister of a family, to very soon the wife and mother. A leader, a caretaker. Doing the majority of the caring, less being taken care of. Lending out money instead of being the one asking for it. The car will be mine, and I'll be the one handing over keys instead of the other way around. Words of wisdom, patience and kindness are expected to fall from my lips to little ones, when my whole life I have been on the receiving end. Of course I'll still be the daughter of a saintly mother, and undoubtedly she will continue to be a source of strength to me. But in 19 days, I will become the mother...and I'm still trying to wrap my head around that.
I love being married. I love living with my best friend. I love that hanging out with him on a Friday night playing Mario Kart is way better than whatever party or shenanigans my friends might be going to. Anyone who thinks the single life is better, simply doesn't understand. What I really love though, is how at the end of the day, we can lock the door of our apartment, sit in our bed and just be. Any drama or stress or whatever other negative the world can try to bring you down with, seems to not exist. TJ can lay there and read his book, and I can sit there and destroy my friends and family at Words with Friends ('cept Caiti Stauffer, she bested me...once), and I'm perfectly content.
I can feel my heart and mind shifting into mom mode. First of all, I know where everything is. And it's weird. HOW do moms ALWAYS know where the heck everything is?? Well, this magical ability is becoming a part of me. Whenever I tell TJ where something is, I tell him that my mom senses are tingling. haha. As different trials and influences come around me or my little family, I become fiercely intent on keeping it as far away from us as possible. People always talk about being a 'momma bear' or whatever, and I know the mom mode transition is nearly complete when I start feeling that fire in my chest. This is also a strange thing.
TJ, Baby Boy Beach and I are going to live in Southern California this summer, and I'm so, so stoked for it. I love my life. I love my little family of almost three. I love that things aren't always perfect, and how perfectly okay that is, because of our love and our faith and our undying commitment to both those things. This all may sound very cheesy or cliche, but boy howdy is it ever true. It's never been more perfect being alive.
TJ and I watched this video together and loved it. I won't mention which one of us got emotional while watching it ;)
37 weeks!
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