Eli turned 7. I started to blog when he turned 3.
I had intentions to write about it, share pictures of the day, I saw it all.
The day was rough, edges and middles. I asked for help. He ended the day saying it was one of the best birthdays ever.
And so he marks time for me. For the transition into the woman I am becoming, am, was.
I watch him grow, feel his need for my love above all else.
And I am simply struck by the passage of time. And where I stand. And what I see.
Instead of birthday candle pictures taken with me behind the camera saying, "get off the table, stop sticking out your tongue" and all the other things exhausted moms say, instead I made you a little gift.
To mark your time with simplicity, ritual and the joy of making space.
What matters most, is how we feel when we lay our heads down at the end of the day.
As I read the boys to sleep tonight, both snuggled up in one bed together, feet to feet, I knew that to be true.