I Happy.

Man, we can learn so much from kids.

I am sooooo type A, it's not even funny. I'm always pushing, searching, trying, changing...never quite content to just rest and enjoy. I have hoped not to strap my kids with that sort of internal pressure, and so far, so good.

This week, we have been doing some destructo work at the new house, preparing for the tile to be installed on Saturday. After the hard sweaty part is finished, we get in the new pool and cool off.

Harrisen's favorite thing is to play on the steps, going in and out and in and out over and over...occasionally stopping to take a swim with us. But if we ask him to "jump to Mommy" or "swim to Daddy"....he folds his arms in a huff over his chest and says, "I HAPPY". He is living in his little moment. So precious.

I'm going to try to keep that "I HAPPY" spirit today. It's tough. Babies don't have to worry about carpet contractors, painters who show up late, tile guys that need the toilets ripped up by tomorrow.....or the fact that 4 weeks early they are 40% effaced and a centimeter dilated....but I'm still going to try. Because no matter how hard I try to make my world work the way I want it to, I would be infinitely better off crossing my arms and saying "I HAPPY". Que Sera, right?