A Very Happy Monday

Milo/Daddy time in the hammock.

For some reason, Milo's hair parts itself down the middle when the wind blows...

Sarah asked me the other day if I ever imagined I would have such a beautiful little family, and I had to be honest. No. Growing up, I never even wanted to get married. In fact, one of my friends in high school wished me "a lifetime of serious dating" in our yearbook, and I would have just settled for a career instead. I remember feeling so irritated with people who gave up their careers to have children, thinking it was such a waste of an education and a good mind.

MY, how the tables have turned, right? Because, first of all, I met the most amazing man and ended up getting married. SHOCKER to most of the people I knew, myself included, but I knew it was right. And then when we decided to have a baby, almost everyone we told prefaced their joy with, "Wait, are you happy about this?"  Again, shocker. And then there was the topper, when I quit my job to be a stay-at-home mommy, and now here I am, using my education and my good  mind to raise my perfect little man. Everything about my life is the exact opposite of what I imagined, and you know what? I'm so glad. Because what I pictured never made me as happy as what I'm living now.