I am sure motherhood does have days that are full of all the magical things we could dream of, the days when you feel fresh and beautiful and you can just float through the day without distraction or interruption. But let’s be real, I think I can count those times on maybe one finger.

My experience of coming home for the first time was like walking through a fierce storm that rushed through my life, breaking apart every thing I was once sure of and as soon as the chaos settled down, there were only just pieces of my previous life to pick up and build off of, to make better, and to enjoy differently.