California born, Nashville living, lots of babies, lots of lifestyle. Hang around and let's be friends!
I’ve just put all 3 kids to bed and the house is extremely quiet. Perhaps it’s because my husband decided to doze off too and its the rare occasion of just me, a glass of rose and the second episode of ‘Grace and Frankie’ on Netflix. I’m laughing so hard I’m afraid I might wake the family. Then my iPhone alerts me of a memory in my iphotos and boom. I’m a complete wreck.
When I look around at this empty space, I’m vividly lost inside the very moment I sat down on my old sofa (the only furniture we had week 1), breastfeeding two babies at once and feeling exhausted. There were pool workers outside building our pool, the windows were wide open, and my boobs were just hanging out feeding my litter. It was July, 2015, week two of living in our dream home.
It’s father’s day this weekend. And if you love your father to the moon, then then this story is for you. And if you don’t, then this story is for you too.
