Marion Makes…

There is nothing quite so precious as witnessing my child’s love for me. This morning I was very tired, cuz miss E woke me up three times last night. I laid down on the floor in her playroom with a blanket and just narrated what she was playing with to her, which I often do on rough mornings. As I also often do, I drifted in and out of sleep here and there. And, on days like this, I am sometimes blessed to wake up to the feeling of a tiny hand on my face, gently resting on my cheek, as I was today. Opening my eyes to her beautiful little face laid right in front of mine on the pillow, staring at me so intently, openly, lovingly, is a feeling that nothing can compare. To so fully have the trust and admiration of someone so innocent and new is an honor and a responsibility I fervently hope I do justice to over time.

That being said, it was a quiet morning, playing and resting. I had a good session with my therapist, and then Erica and I played again after lunch. It’s been an enormous relief to be home, in our space, where we have everything the way we need it to be. It’s so easy to take your home for granted, even when you actively try not to. The reminder of how much easier life is when you’ve got your own space, specifically tailored to your needs, is poignant after this time away.