I love it when couples randomly stop in the street for a hug or a kiss. And then just carry on walking. Like whatever they were talking about, whatever one had said to other meant that they just couldn't wait - a kiss needed to be had. A little look, stop and remembrance of their love had to be shared.
Almost as beautiful as seeing a couple in their 50s or 60s holding hands. I love noticing these people, because if you think about it, it's rare. I love that my parents still hold hands. I never want to stop holding hands with Conrad. I think it's an important part of love. And to see people who have been together for years still sharing in such a small, intimate, sweet, loving, caring, trivial (some might think) everyday thing - it means they still like to feel the other's fingers intertwined around each other. They still like to be sharing everything: walking. Something so normal and everyday, but because they are holding hands they're doing it together.
Daddies talking to their children. Mothers talking to their children. Walking and learning things together, answering silly questions with love and patience. Stopping to talk about what kind of tree that is. The kind of joy that a little person shows in seeing the small things. The adventure that lives around every corner, the excitement that makes them want to run everywhere and get there quicker so they can experience it now!
Men in expensive suits who can't help but pet your dog. They're mid conversation about some stock exchange or some deal they're close to making, and they don't even notice their hand reach out and pet your dog mid-walk. Taking them back to their dog Patch they had when they were 10, remembering life, and God in the small things.
Those moments when you look around and feel a small shiver of excitement for no reason. Maybe the air is a little warmer and you can take a deep breathe and smell spring. Maybe you catch the aroma of a tree that grows in hot climates and it takes you back to a time when you weren't stressed, when you weren't swallowed by everyday tasks. Maybe you look in the sky and the trail of airplanes is fluffier than normal and you take a second to imagine the people up there, on an adventure to somewhere or on their way home.
Feeling suddenly small in the infinite world.
Knowing that your life changes somebody else's. That people really do care for you, realising it rather than knowing it.
Remembering for a moment that you are different than everyone else and that individuality is key to your own happiness and success.
Realising that love is in the small things. Life is in the small things. You are you, every year will be different, every phase of life will change you. What you know will change, what you think you know for sure will definitely change. You will change. Adventure changes for you. Love changes for you. Just remember to love the small things.
Wednesday, February 16
Friday, February 11
So I've been pretty emotional the past week or so. I hate writing when I'm emotional, because I'll come out with all sorts of things I'm not sure I want out there... maybe it would be different if it were an anonymous blog, but.. you know. I'm not so great at bearing my emotions at the best of times. Also it's pretty hard to pinpoint the source of said emotions and really understand them myself. It feels like both the big and small things in life are insurmountable and certain things circle round and round in my head like a broken nursery rhyme.
It may have to do with going in to work one day this week. It brought up all sorts of feelings to do with leaving Milo when I do eventually go back. It killed me. And then the lack of sleep I've been having which always makes me into a complete irrational emotional wreck... yuck. It may also have to do with all the pesky breastfeeding hormones still going round my body, or maybe the fact that this winter is taking forever to get gone. But I'm feeling it, and I'm trying to get rid of it. Just keep calm and carry on.
Well this song is one of the things that has been going round and round and round in my head, and it's just so beautiful and fitting of my love for Milo right now, so.. here it is. Lauryn Hill's song to her son, Zion.
I'm coming out of my emotion-hole so hopefully I'll write more later.
It may have to do with going in to work one day this week. It brought up all sorts of feelings to do with leaving Milo when I do eventually go back. It killed me. And then the lack of sleep I've been having which always makes me into a complete irrational emotional wreck... yuck. It may also have to do with all the pesky breastfeeding hormones still going round my body, or maybe the fact that this winter is taking forever to get gone. But I'm feeling it, and I'm trying to get rid of it. Just keep calm and carry on.
Well this song is one of the things that has been going round and round and round in my head, and it's just so beautiful and fitting of my love for Milo right now, so.. here it is. Lauryn Hill's song to her son, Zion.
I'm coming out of my emotion-hole so hopefully I'll write more later.
Friday, February 4
Milo Phoenix Sharp: 5 months
5 months, my little buddy.
5 months of cutie, pudgy, coy smiling, tongue sticking out, love-filled, snuggled-up Milo time.
You change every day, and it is so exciting to watch you. Your eyes light up with excitement when you figure out how to do something, you have a little 'concentrating' face whenever you're thinking especially hard. When you're sat in your bouncer, your love to kick your little legs. Kick, kick, kick. You love kicking. Kickedy kick kick kick. You still love standing up. It's impossible to get you to do anything else (almost)! When we're holding you, you stick your little legs out so you can't bend in the middle and then you go 'hooooo-oup!' and stand up. You have very strong little legs, my man. Everybody says so!
You still love holding your hands together in deep thought - or just because you're having a little explore. When you're on your play mat we'll look away for a second and ---- you're in a completely different place! You wiggle and jiggle and kick your way to a different spot. You have always been a bit of a mover and a shaker, and you're only growing more so day by day. Tummy time is no longer a huge struggle. Problem is, as soon as we put you on your tummy, you promptly role over with glee! Look at what I can do, mommy, you coo! Or, rather - goo. You love your 'goos' and your 'ah-goo'. At the moment your can't stop blowing raspberries at me, or at anything or anyone for that matter.
You hate to sleep in the day, you just can not get enough of life. The minute your little squishy backside is on the moses basket, you open your eyes up wide as if to say "Haha! I gotcha! I'm not asleep! Now - what next?!" Even when we go for walks in the pram or in your sling, you are determined to keep your eyes open. You will keep them starey-eyed for as long as you possibly can, until the inevitable sway of life knocks you out.
One big thing you've started this month is - wait for it! You've eaten proper food! *disclaimer to readers: please don't give me your opinion on this. my son is a big boy and my doctor recommended he needed to eat more than breastmilk. he was eating every 45 minutes. my.milk.was.not.enough.* moving on... so far, you have had pureed apple, pear, carrot and sweet potato! By far, your favourite is carrot. Not so much a fan of apple. But you are so cute when you're eating. You can't get enough, and you can't get it fast enough either, for that matter! It's so exciting to see you experiencing new tastes.
You have the most beautiful big blue eyes. They might still change to brown and of course will love them just as much. But they are so so beautiful. Full of curiosity, love, trust, life, excitement, mischief (already!)... Oh Milo, I love you!
We've got our little bedtime routine down now. You love to be read to, sung to, rocked, kissed and snuggled! You're such a perfect little snuggler. But oh - you still like to wake up at night! None of this sleeping through the night business for you, oh no! You gotta eat at least every 3 hours! Still! You little pudgy boy! But it's kind of understandable considering you're above the 95th percentile of your age group. We met a 7 month old yesterday and she was half the size of you! Literally!
While you snooze in bed right now, I miss your little face. I love you so much, I'm so proud to be your mother. I love how curious you are, I love how cheeky you are, I love how loving you are. I love how I can see how much you love me and your daddy. I can not wait till you can talk to us. I can not wait to see your personality shine through. Because I know you're perfect for us. My little man.
5 months of cutie, pudgy, coy smiling, tongue sticking out, love-filled, snuggled-up Milo time.
You change every day, and it is so exciting to watch you. Your eyes light up with excitement when you figure out how to do something, you have a little 'concentrating' face whenever you're thinking especially hard. When you're sat in your bouncer, your love to kick your little legs. Kick, kick, kick. You love kicking. Kickedy kick kick kick. You still love standing up. It's impossible to get you to do anything else (almost)! When we're holding you, you stick your little legs out so you can't bend in the middle and then you go 'hooooo-oup!' and stand up. You have very strong little legs, my man. Everybody says so!
You still love holding your hands together in deep thought - or just because you're having a little explore. When you're on your play mat we'll look away for a second and ---- you're in a completely different place! You wiggle and jiggle and kick your way to a different spot. You have always been a bit of a mover and a shaker, and you're only growing more so day by day. Tummy time is no longer a huge struggle. Problem is, as soon as we put you on your tummy, you promptly role over with glee! Look at what I can do, mommy, you coo! Or, rather - goo. You love your 'goos' and your 'ah-goo'. At the moment your can't stop blowing raspberries at me, or at anything or anyone for that matter.
You hate to sleep in the day, you just can not get enough of life. The minute your little squishy backside is on the moses basket, you open your eyes up wide as if to say "Haha! I gotcha! I'm not asleep! Now - what next?!" Even when we go for walks in the pram or in your sling, you are determined to keep your eyes open. You will keep them starey-eyed for as long as you possibly can, until the inevitable sway of life knocks you out.
One big thing you've started this month is - wait for it! You've eaten proper food! *disclaimer to readers: please don't give me your opinion on this. my son is a big boy and my doctor recommended he needed to eat more than breastmilk. he was eating every 45 minutes. my.milk.was.not.enough.* moving on... so far, you have had pureed apple, pear, carrot and sweet potato! By far, your favourite is carrot. Not so much a fan of apple. But you are so cute when you're eating. You can't get enough, and you can't get it fast enough either, for that matter! It's so exciting to see you experiencing new tastes.
You have the most beautiful big blue eyes. They might still change to brown and of course will love them just as much. But they are so so beautiful. Full of curiosity, love, trust, life, excitement, mischief (already!)... Oh Milo, I love you!
We've got our little bedtime routine down now. You love to be read to, sung to, rocked, kissed and snuggled! You're such a perfect little snuggler. But oh - you still like to wake up at night! None of this sleeping through the night business for you, oh no! You gotta eat at least every 3 hours! Still! You little pudgy boy! But it's kind of understandable considering you're above the 95th percentile of your age group. We met a 7 month old yesterday and she was half the size of you! Literally!
While you snooze in bed right now, I miss your little face. I love you so much, I'm so proud to be your mother. I love how curious you are, I love how cheeky you are, I love how loving you are. I love how I can see how much you love me and your daddy. I can not wait till you can talk to us. I can not wait to see your personality shine through. Because I know you're perfect for us. My little man.
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