August 2021 (365)

This. This time right now is what I’ve been waiting for since we decided that Yara would be our last baby. The boys are both back in school, full-time, riding the bus to and fro. Yara is on the verge of turning 2, my favorite age. And as I breastfeed my kids until they decide to wean, my hormones don’t even out until around their second birthday… which means that I’m finally starting to feel like myself again, fully. It’s a subtle shift but man, does it feel good when it happens. It’s kind of like finally taking a breath when you didn’t realize you were holding it or relaxing your muscles when you didn’t know they were tense.

So now Yara and I get to find new ways to fill our weekdays from 7am until 3pm. Next month my dad finally gets to visit and hang out with his granddaughter for the first time ever. The world still might be a bit of a dumpster fire, but we’re in the middle of a few good months over here.