Delight

I am taking great delight in dressing Clay like the big boy that he is! He sports a t-shirt and shorts these days - gone are the onsie days! (Onsies are for babies he says.) The only problem that I have found with shorts and a t-shirt is the fact that he still crawls and if he is outside his little knees tend to get a little roughed up. (Yes, I know - he's a boy. Roughed up is okay. I'm trying to embrace it. I just love that his little soft baby skin is still little soft baby skin.)

In other news - we are painting the house. Okay, just the dining room, kitchen, and hallway. When we moved in our whole house was painted a muted brown color. And that was great for awhile - after all, I am a brown (and black and white) kind of girl. I never have been fond of color necessarily. But times are a changing! And so am I! I liked brown because it was safe. It was cozy. It was (a little) dark. And so the entire house (for most of my adult life) has been browns, blacks, off-whites, with a splash of color. (The color so people would quit commenting on how bland my house was.)

Well, now we have a 2 light blue rooms, 2 light green rooms, and soon to be 3 "lively yellow" rooms. And I am beside myself excited! It makes me happy - our house will be a true reflection of what I feel on the inside! Truly ecstatic to be alive and well - and to have a great family! I will be getting rid of the "artwork" that I have always had that (so diligently and faultlessly) matched the brown walls. (Bought JUST because they matched and I thought the entire house needed to be "presentable" for the masses instead of presentable to my every day liking.) I will be purchasing (but mainly helping Clay make) artwork that makes me smile every time I look at it, mainly even laugh a little. I will be framing pictures of my family that others may not deem suitable for framing, but make me smile nonetheless.

I'm telling you - this last year has changed me. It truly has opened my eyes to what is important in this life versus what I thought was important. I LOVE the new me. (I loved the old me, but I REALLY love the new me. The only-thing-that-matters-in-this-world-is-my-family-and-being-happy me.) I wake up to the love of my life and my child every single morning and I'm so ALIVE about it! (I know that might not make much sense, but all of me feels so ALIVE!! and I didn't know how else to word it.)