This past week I managed to have time to reconnect with my closest girlfriends, which made me feel better reconnected to myself. Spending a night altogether in a hotel and going to a concert filled with nostalgia and acronyms (yes, I’m talking a little TLC/NKOTB action) made me realize that any of my first-year-motherhood-fog is lifting. Acting ridiculous, laughing until it hurt, and singing along to bygone pop songs was food for the soul.
Cupcakes for my little boy’s first birthday.
Rainbow on tile.
A delicious indulgence.