Ordinary Miraculous

Motherhood is by far the hardest thing I've ever done. The word "tired" has taken on a whole new meaning. Things like regular trips to the bathroom and a twenty minute nap feel like luxuries.

But I wouldn't trade it for anything.

It's amazing to be able to look at her and think, "Here is someone James and I made together." Knowing she is entirely unique. Knowing she is a real, living, breathing person.



Knowing we can hope for many more firsts together. Knowing that none of it is a given or a guarantee, but a gift and an extraordinary grace.

Knowing we can savor together many more ordinary miraculous moments like these.

Just like with Ewan, I can't imagine the world without her anymore.