It happened again. The birthday festivities of yesterday kept me from blogging, and the party hangover from the week left me wordless and wanting some time alone. Introvert issues.
So, this morning, I went for a run. Thanks be to God for the amazing weather we have had this week. It was a little windy today, but I got 2.5 miles AND a peaceful, quiet visit with Jesus in church on the way home.
Once home, it was back to reality: the always-on-my-feet-unless-nursing, planning family activities, running errands, etc reality. Also happening in my reality these next several weeks is weaning. I love nursing my babies, and am so grateful that we have very few problems with latching and supply. However, I am spent, feeling over-touched, and am looking forward to more restful sleep. So, gradually yet intentionally, I plan to wean Firecracker before Easter. Good goal, right? I have a good, long time to make this happen.
(You do realize that I am telling you this as I nurse him to sleep.)
In the meantime, I plan to cherish these moments and snuggles, let him linger some these first weeks, and ease into the transition. After all, this time passes so quickly, as two birthdays in the last 8 days reminded me.
Also, I sit here in these quiet moments, wondering what Baby Jesus was like, imagining Mary smiling at him as he nursed, kissing his head, smelling his hair…and I feel just a little closer to her. She must have adored Jesus so! Can you imagine? I think Firecracker is adorable, and smells delicious (after a bath, of course!), and to think–Jesus, the Son of God, was a baby…how crazy adorable he must have been! How Mary must have loved to snuggle him and kiss his sweet cheeks!
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