A Birthday Ode To My Three Year Old

Last Monday, our daughter turned three. I am in awe every day; of her, of my husband, of myself.

This is for you, my dearest little peanut.

A Birthday Ode To My Three Year Old

Thinking back three years ago

We knew you'd change our lives

We'd been planning your arrival

When our souls would meet your eyes.

Tranquil as a lotus

Patiently incubating,

Dreaming up your perfect nose

Ten long fingers, captivating.

At first glance I saw in you

Everything in me

And at that moment time stood still

There was nothing more to be.

In the very next second I felt

All had began to change

You were indeed a mirror

From which to see things rearranged.

From midnight feedings to potty seats

What you taught me was endurance

Then you grew into a toddler

And showed me life is true abundance

These three short years, I can't believe,

It feels as if forever

I have nurtured you, I've known you

Memorized your will with pleasure

I'm enlightened and enriched 

And so very deeply blessed

To grow with you and also learn

Your Elegance, my Best.

Love, 
Mom

Let the Terrific Twos Begin!

It's that time of year again when we celebrate the most beautiful thing that has ever come in to our lives! This past weekend was our Peanut's 2nd birthday!

The past few weeks have been a deeply reflective period for me. I've found myself searching for solitude, eager to remember each moment of the last two years, thirsty to cherish the present moments as they occur and inspired as I look forward to all the new and exciting things to come.

Being a mother is a hell of a roller coaster ride. The ups are full of laughter and wonder, admiration and fascination. The downs are full of counting... to ten... and then counting to ten again. I see more clearly the opportunities to grow and learn more about myself. I'm striving to become a hoarder of patience and to master the ever-present balancing act to protect while encouraging exploration.

Being a wife makes being a mother easier. With the childhood memories of my mother raising me alone (with the help of my grandmother), my admiration and awe of all single parents out there has grown exponentially. Having a partner to take over when I'm exhausted, to share the happenings of the day with over a glass of wine, to exchange glances with when we realize again for the bazzillionth time that we created a little human being who we have the honor of watching before our eyes develop her own personality and make her own choices; It all makes me love and appreciate my husband in ways I never had the opportunity to before.

Being a mother makes being a daughter more precious. My mom and I have always been best friends. It's possibly an offshoot of the fact that she was a young, single mother, but more probably because she's an open, outspoken, truth-filled and fantastically fun human being. Watching her adoration and unconditional love for our daughter is one of the most beautiful things to witness in the world and sharing with her my new found wisdom while learning from her wealth of knowledge has brought more depth and love to our relationship.

For me, Vivienne's birthday celebration is not only a chance to rejoice in the grace and light and love that she brings to us, but it is also a time to praise all of the people who continually enrich and enliven our lives!

Photo Booth fun!

We love you little peanut!!!