*SIGH*

I’ve been tired these last few days. Really tired.  The kind where you’re longing for bed from the moment your tailbone leaves it as you rise to greet the new day. That tired.
And it’s tough work being a mum when you feel like that. When all you want to do is close your eyes and drift away to a place where Thomas the Tank Engine doesn’t provide the soundtrack for the day. Well, that’s how it usually is for me anyway.
But as I’ve fallen into bed, literally, these last few nights I’ve done so with a heart full of, dare I say, Joy. And thankfulness. And Gratitude. And a deep sense of love for my babies, that aren’t so much babies as they used to be.  Even as I type this, while they lay peacefully in bed, I’m smiling.  They do that to me.  I think of their beautiful little faces. Their funny habits. Their unique characters. Everything about them. And I smile. And as the corners of my mouth lift, as my cheeks plumpen, and my eyes crinkle (none of which is good for my wrinkles), little bubbles inside me are released and help the tiredness float away.

And I would have more photos of our boy, if only this wasn’t his typical reaction to my camera these days.

*SIGH*

(It’s a good sigh.)

Narrelle x