I lament that I won't ever have a daughter. I can't helpt it. I love my boys more than anything but there is this curiosity deep down that wonders what she would have looked like, sounded like, acted like... Would she have curly hair, would she wrap her daddy around her little finger? I'll be 37 next week and Hubs is adamant that we are done having kids. The rational side of me knows that's probably the responsible decision but my heart doesn't give a shit what my head thinks. I would even adopt. I find so many things appealing about that. Giving a child a life they otherwise could never have had. Teaching my boys the value of giving more than yourself. Love. I love the idea of adopting a 4 or 5 year old little lady. But some things are just not in my control.
I would love to live in a quiet place near the ocean or the woods or the mountains. Someplace where you can see stars at night and hear the birds sing in the morning. Someplace where family time is a priority because we aren't always distracted with other things.
This year as I creep ever closer to 40 I hope to take better care of my body. I want to think about what I put in it and take better care of my mind, body, and spirit.
This year I will:
Learn to say No
Drink Less Wine
Be more patient with my kids and remember that they will be all grown up in the blink of an eye.
Throw out clutter
Get back to Yoga
Get regular Mani & Pedi's :)