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-Jen

BEST 30 MIN OF MY LIFE

O my goodness, you guys. 

Yesterday, my family of four headed to Corona Del Mar and all was normal (stressful) getting out of the house  and we filled the car and like anyone mixing small children with the beach knows.. we crossed our fingers that no one would get radically sunburn or scream the entire time or be cranky and tired or _________. 

Let me tell you what!!!?!!?! There I was playing volleyball in my mom bikini with my new droopy boobs and my precious husband as our two sandy children just sat there on their towels and watched us.

FOR A FREAKING LONG TIME. I'm talking thirty full minutes. 

No one was fussing or asking anything of me and the waves, the sunshine and the everything else in the world was balanced just so. 

I could barely set the ball because my big 'ol smile was closing my eyes I was seriously doubled over laughing as bliss took over. We kept playing and I kept looking over at our kids because there is no way they could sit happily and actually not need me.

It happened. We are getting out of the baby stage. The hands on, 100% of the time being held/breastfed/up in the middle of the night/wiping bottoms/crying stage. Now now, I know I still have some major poop to change for the next year or two, but lemme just tell you. I felt a little slice of freedom and I am here to tell you. It felt Damn good. 

So, do the hard work. Chose to show up and do the work and enjoy it when you can. It's hard, but it's a season, the baby stuff. The NO ONE IS EFFING SLEEPING/NOCTURNAL FUNNY FARM business doesn't last forever. 

Just know that. 

You will be buckled over in laughter because you feel SO FREE so very soon. 

PHOTO BY SAMMY COSA 

PHOTO BY SAMMY COSA 

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