The breath I breathe is you.

Oh goodness, I came across this picture and wish I could repeat, if only to breathe her baby scent. 

Remembering these days, as they seem to be getting further away. That's why I hold, that's why I hold. I love hard & with no excuses, as this is one thing that never spoils. 

I'm really trying to think about the things I love to do on my own, for so long this has been my life. 5! Five babies, averaging 5 years apart, I've been a Mommer more than half my life. I didn't even own a camera with my first too. 

Now that my Littlest Little is getting big, and the thought of preschool two days, and then full day school are in the future, I'm coming to the realization that my season of motherhood is slowly changing.

 I feel a slight  emptiness that my belly will never be full again, and so I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do with this mother heart of mine, when I actually have a few hours to myself. I still don't pee without a disruption. 

My Littles have been my all, I don't think I lost myself as much as I gained myself. A Mommer I will forever be, that's never going to end.  I'm blessed that my knees have lasted me this long. The time is soon approaching that I will stand at the curb and walk home wondering, "what am I going to do today?"  The only time on my knees will be to tend foliage. 

I'm going to make a list a list that gives me new purpose, reason and life. I'm not sure what it's going to be because 

every breath I have breathed in, was the sweetness of one of you.

From me to you w love, 

Your Mommer