The Rush.

I feel like I am constantly rushing.

Rushing to give Colt his paci at 1:30am and 4:30am. Rushing to feed him at 5:30am in hopes that if he finishes soon enough I can go back to sleep and get another 45 minutes of zZzZzZz. Rushing to get ready every morning, to get Colt to daycare and myself to work on time and without a speeding ticket. Rushing to get through the work day, to get home to my sweet baby. Rushing to wash bottles, do laundry, make dinner and get everything ready for the next day so we can do it all again. I know. You get the point. Sorry.

I feel like I am living my life in fast forward. And I can't find the pause button.

Where does time go? Tomorrow Colt will be 6 months old. I'm so happy but sad at the same time. My baby boy is growing up yet I feel like there is so much I have missed being a full-time working mom. I cherish the time we do get to spend together. I try my hardest to slow down during the week and soak in the few hours we do have together each day. Some days are harder than others.

Starting today I am making it a point to slow down. Stop rushing life. Make the most of every moment.

{We baked apricots tonight and Colt loved them :) I swear he's such a good eater, not picky like his momma!! As I'm typing this I can hear my husband reading to Colt. "I Love Trucks". His animation is hilarious. Cherishing this moment.}

He is my life. The light that brightens my darkest days. He is my son. I love you Colt Isaac Deese.