Porter and I spend everyday together and we always have fun, but today was something special. There was no where that we needed to be, nothing that crucially needed to get done in the house so I was able to focus all my time on Porter. I came to better appreciate the special boy he truly is and impact he has on my life, or more accurately, the finger prints he leaves behind.
We went for a walk in the morning and played at the park for a bit. Mostly Porter just likes to throw the rocks, occasionally they go in his mouth...
After getting home and realizing Porter wasn't going to nap I decided to give him a bath while I did my hair. He LOVED it. He is my little fish. Any chance he gets to touch, feel, grab, sit in and splash with water he is doing it. Usually he only gets baths right before bed so we made this a special "day" bath that included lots of bubbles!! After all that watery fun, it was nap time!
We decided to go shopping, just my Porter and me. There was no rush so we left when we left and we got there when we got there! We even got to rescue a friend on a way home who's car had died! It always feels good to help someone in need.
For supper we ate breakfast!! Probably my favorite thing to do. I am in love with breakfast. So we ate waffles with fresh fruit and whipping cream from a can. I showed porter how it squirts out, and even squirted it in his mouth (he thought that was pretty neat). Next we went on a relaxing walk in the still blazing heat! Then bed time!!
As I was cleaning up our breakfast for supper I noticed little black finger prints on my white kitchen table, I never noticed his fingers being that dirty, not sure how or what he would have gotten into to make them that way, but it made me giggle. I thought of how much my life has changed over the last year. How now when I clean I'm cleaning his mess, and cleaning just wouldn't be the same if I didn't have to wipe fingers prints off things I didn't even know could get finger prints on them! I then thought about how much joy it brings me to do things for him and how much joy just being his mother brings me. This must be happiness. This is the pure joy that comes after sorrow. I think of that saying you cannot experience pure joy without experiencing pure sorrow. I have had moments of sorrow and dispare, like many others, wondering what good could come from such sadness.. Well today I found out. This amount of joy and happiness and love is deffinetely worth the suffering! I'm sure I will experience more pain and suffering, but for now, it is my time to bask in the PURE JOY of mmotherhood!!
