My first blog

I though it only fitting to pick this night to write my very first blog. It has, after all, been a day of "firsts" around here. Johnie, my little man, my first born, my "i thought he would be a baby forever", had his first day of school. Luca, my now baby, my "i hope he is a baby forever" took his first steps. 4, simple, going newhere in particular, smiling steps.

It is in these moments. It is in these days. That my life is truely defined. I revel in and am proud of the glimmer in my soul that sets me soaring when these moments arrive. A step, a simple baby step. Excitement erupts, clapping begins, laughter, and of course my tears.

I no longer wonder what heaven might be like. In my short almost 2 1/2 years as a mother, God has given me plenty of oportunities to feel it and see it through my boys.

Now that I have painted of picture of me floating on clouds, loving my boys, happy as a lark. Scratch that. Johnie freaked out at school. I stood in the hallway for 20 minutes while I listened to his desperate attempt to get his classroom door open, while he called for me. I left. Ugh, i left. That "i" doesn't deserve to be capitalized. I came home to laundry that I forgot was in the washer. It was too late to save it. ugh. I swore it was waiting for me in dryer.

These are my early days with my boys. Mostly, ordinary, un-tabloid worthy days. But they are my days. They are our days. They are treasured days. I would love to share with you what I learn along the way.