For the first time ever, I am a proud owner of a real Christmas tree. The gifts are almost wrapped. The elves are up their usual antics….and if I am being honest…..even better, more elaborate antics, since the 12 year-old is now in on the “gig.” If someone looked in on our life via our Christmas greetings or even through the window of our home, it looks, sounds and smells like Christmas per usual.
Every time someone asks me if we’re planning on having another baby and I tell them “no,” I feel a slight tinge of sadness come over me. The newborn stage, after all, is one of my most favorite things in the world. The sleepy mornings, the snuggly afternoons, even the sleepless nights spent rocking your sweet little bundle who fits so perfectly against your chest. The newborn noises and smells are like a drug for moms everywhere. You crave it long after it’s gone.