It's a New Day

I read a blog the other day about the how mothers spend too much time reading and writing blogs, too much time looking at Pintrist and creating the ideas... all I could think is how much those things have enriched my life.  I was a young mother when none of those things existed.  Blogs have given me creative outlet, Pinterist creative outlet and collaberation, Facebook a way to connect with friends in a fastpaced world.  I am grateful.

The blog went on to say that mothers were spending too much time on those things and not enough time playing with their children.  I was considering how I felt as a young mother and I do think that in that phase of life those things would have consumed me.  It's a strange time with an overwhelming need to "create"something of value.  Instead of just blogging my thoughts and feelings I would have felt the need to create a blog empire, instead of just enjoying Pinterist in my normal life I was always trying to make my home perfect.  My favorite part of aging is not the wrinkles, but the fact that I am not nearly as driven as I was and I notice I find happiness so much easier.  I notice that the honey do projects that my hubby doesn't accomplish just don't bother me like they did.  I notice that I'm perfectly happy to see pretty things and while I enjoy a nice home don't constantly feel the need to redecorate anymore. 

Maybe getting old isn't so bad.

At the beach with our best friends, it's a sister/sister party!!

Lizzy, Rebecca, Melody and Annie