In All the Phases
When four year old Ivy wakes up in the morning, her very first thought is, “Mama!” She opens her eyes and hits the trail looking for me. I hear her little feet running through the house, and if it’s early, like it is most days, she runs to my side of the bed, flings her blankie over the top of me, and climbs in. When I get out of bed, she immediately jumps down and follows me telling me that I’m her best friend. I’ve been the center of all my kids’ universes at different times on this journey of motherhood for the past 21 years. It’s always a precious time.







