slowly but surely

A few weeks ago today was what I called "the first day of my new life."  I knew everything was going to be different.

I would have tons and tons of time with Enzo.

I would craft and make books and blog and play the piano and learn dozens and dozens of new things.

I would have the most immaculately kept home.

I would create amazing meals each night--Dane would surely praise each and every meal.

I would exercise and do my hair and feel irresistibly beautiful.

Okay, so the list goes on and on.

Well, the first three weeks certainly haven't felt incredibly easy, and they haven't been true to the picture.  

I have had some wonderful moments, and I have felt awkward and clumsy during other times.  I think I will compare myself to the little tortoise who raced against the hare.  Oh, I feel like I have been off to one slow start.  I have felt just as busy, but I am starting to finally lighten the load and spend more time on the best of the best!

AKA little Enzo man and the hubby

And it is starting to feel great.  

Really great.