One Day.

I Know Who Holds Tomorrow, written by Ira Stanphill.  Today's inspiration performed by me little over a year before Ava was born.

One day I'll leave my phone at home.  I'll buy my favourite snacks and spend a Saturday at the park, laying in the sunshine, reading the latest Jeffery Archer trilogy or Francine Rivers tear-jerker; taking frequent breaks to create back stories for passers-by whilst loosing myself in a clear blue sky.

One day husby and I will re-live that time before the girls arrived when we spent approximately nine hours in bed, eating bad food and watching The Lord of the Rings extended version back to back with no breaks. 

One day I'll pass up the opportunity to juggle, and just do one thing at a time.

One day (soon) I'll pick up my guitar and have the space mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually to collect my thoughts and feelings into song.  

One day I'll wake up naturally, begin to start my standardly hectic day, only to realise I actually have nothing to do.  Nothing. At. All.  Then I'll roll over and wake up next week.  

One day I'll sit and stare at a wall.  Just because I can.

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Until then I'll commit to memory the sound of a two year old tearing through the house at speed whilst screaming "The mummies on the bus go chatter, chatter, chatter aaaallllll daaaaay looooonnnnng...", at the top of her lungs, because one day every room in our house will be mostly silent and I'll both love it and hate it in equal measure.  

Until then I'll snuggle with the girls and watch Frozen for the fiftieth time, ignoring the throw-up on my t-shirt, and the fact that I haven't had time to shower since yesterday. Until then I'll be thankful I've learnt that I can actually function on 3-5 hours of sleep, and that it is possible to leave the house without a stitch of makeup on because it really isn't that big a deal.  Until then I'll hold on to the truth that despite the contrarion in my head telling me otherwise, I can keep loving when it seems I'm all out of the good stuff.  

Until then I'll keep joyfully immersing myself into this wife and mummy life, knowing I am all of this and so much more.

One Day I'll have more 'me' time than I can stand.

Until then I'll fully live the season I'm in, moving with its rhythm, and having ears open to it's lessons.  Because after all I am that chick that did once write: 'Tomorrow's not promised but I'm glad I have today'.