Eighty Miles an Hour

Six months it's been. It seems like I measure how much time has passed all according to the day Teagan was born. Sometimes I feel I am running the mommy track a bit too often.
I couldn't imagine my life any other way. I am loving it. The thing is I just don't want to lose who I am in the title of "mom." I want being Teagan's mom to contribute to who I am but not consume me and sometimes I feel consumed.
I think it's the amount of freedom that gets lost. The growing up. Being a mom was a decision I made, one I will never regret but sometimes I wish I were able to be a kid again. To go a little crazy. To not care. To drive eighty miles an hour with windows down and music blaring...

Welcoming Summer

I love this time of year. The hot days and cool nights. Grilling in the backyard, sitting by the fire, hanging out, catching a tan and welcoming summer.
I distinctly remember these days as a kid. Having to go to bed before the sun was out. Listening to the neighbors drive their motorcycles up and down the alley. Always feeling like I was missing the best part of the day. Finally dosing off as I felt the cool breeze drift through the room.
I have always loved this time of year and this year is no exception.