Today was a good day. Not because it was spectacular but because it was normal.
Both kids slept well last night which means I slept well last night. The smell of hot coffee called to me from the kitchen. We played and then Emma napped and it was just calm. Peaceful. The kind of morning I want to have every morning.
When Emma woke up I got her out of her swing and I just smelled her. I took her in.
I basked in the simplicity of that moment. I stood there by that swing holding my infant while my son sat on the couch eating “chee-rows” and my heart nearly burst out of my chest with the happiness.
Do you ever find yourself stopping to just be present in a good moment? To really feel everything that you’re feeling? To bask in it?
It’s one of the things battling PPD and PPA taught me to do. I learned to feel my good moments as intensely as I felt the bad ones. To savor them. To cling to them with every piece of my heart.
Be present in the good moments. Hoard them for the rainy days.
Those peaceful moments are the stuff of hope.