i don’t know if it’s from being so busy or from this time of year just making me so much more aware of traditions and rituals in our home that are so close to my heart, but…
nevertheless, i have been drinking in our morning routine lately.
it’s the same, every day, and as much as i love to change my hair color, my blog header, lainey’s clothes in one day…the same is comforting and good.
we wake up at the same time every day, even on weekends. and i hug her the same way. i hold her in the same nook of my arm while i pour my coffee in the same mug and drink it the same way…with just enough cream to make it the color of latte’s fur.
she sits on my lap in the same trance, drinking her bottle while i turn on the same morning show and sip my coffee.
and then, after a lot of pajama leisure and laziness, we take a shower together. every morning. and for the first two or three minutes of our shower, she lays her head on my shoulder while the warm water falls on her back. and it’s quiet. and close. and her skin against mine and her needing me to hold her reminds me of when she was new and tiny and we did our showers the same way then too. ‘cuz it’s always the same.


and then she brushes her teeth while i wash my hair. and she keeps brushing her teeth for a good ten minutes after. …because she likes to brush her teeth.





i love our showers…and i love the same.
…enjoying the-same-as-everyday things. ~k
bonus:
a little fun from poppa’s christmas party last night where we bathed in fabulousness…and laughed so loud from playing catch phrase, i thought the babies were going to go deaf.









