Seeking Joy

It’s not just a hashtag I use consistently on IG. It’s not just some movement trending in the mom clubs. It’s literally something I’m trying to do every single day. Because if not? I’ll drown in the chaos and minutiae of the day-to-day and before I know it, it’ll all be over. Sounds dramatic, but if you suffer from anxiety like me, you think about stuff like this.

Maybe it’s just the way the light bounces off Nova’s perfect little eyelashes. Or Nash letting me hold his hand before bedtime the other night. Or my husband always letting me park my car in the garage (even though his truck is newer than my Camry). Or maybe it’s just the full-belly-laughs we share when we see our instantly aged faces courtesy of FaceApp (Oh lord, the Russians know me now…what shall I do?).

These every day little things keep me going and help remind me that this is everything I ever wanted. Even if it’s not exactly how I envisioned my life at 36, it’s pretty darn great.