I watched Oprah today (insert stereotypical stay-at-home-mom comment here) the topic was on happiness and determining whether or not you are truly happy. Apparently, there are people that dedicate part (if not all) of their careers to studying happiness. They analyzed several different aspects of ones life, including: whether or not happiness is genetic (?), income, sex and whether or not having children make you happier. Here's my answer to the latter...
Today while making dinner-or rather attempting to make dinner-little Brynlynn was not very happy with me. After ensuring that she was neither hungry, wet or haboring a burp, I turned the stereo on (*loud*) to play some music and hopefully distract her long enough to get things done. This worked momentarily, but eventually she was oblivious to the music. I picked her up, snuggled and calmed her down...resting her head on my shoulder. As we danced around the kitchen and living room it made me think of how Brent and I also danced here and then reminded me of my dad teaching me to dance in our living room as a little girl. It's funny how things have changed....and funny how they haven't.
I couldn't help but cry as I held my precious, beautiful, little girl curled up on my chest as we had our first dance.
Today while making dinner-or rather attempting to make dinner-little Brynlynn was not very happy with me. After ensuring that she was neither hungry, wet or haboring a burp, I turned the stereo on (*loud*) to play some music and hopefully distract her long enough to get things done. This worked momentarily, but eventually she was oblivious to the music. I picked her up, snuggled and calmed her down...resting her head on my shoulder. As we danced around the kitchen and living room it made me think of how Brent and I also danced here and then reminded me of my dad teaching me to dance in our living room as a little girl. It's funny how things have changed....and funny how they haven't.
I couldn't help but cry as I held my precious, beautiful, little girl curled up on my chest as we had our first dance.
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