Sometimes I have trouble saying no.
Sometimes the week is double booked, the hubs works outside the box of 8-5pm, and the antibiotics hardly chipped away at the mama's sickness.
That's when it's not as hard to say no. Cry uncle, if you will.
Tonight, I sent up my white flag. And it felt really good.
We opened gifts in the back yard and talked about how big our girl is.
Emma proudly made her a card and could hardly wait for her to open it.
There's so much to celebrate.
Family walk. Cold pizza. Lovies in tow.
The hubs and I sat and watched, talking about our babies. How different they are, how blessed we are they are ours.
To savor simplicity when life allows.
Saying no felt good. Crying uncle was way more fun anyways.