and the honeymoon's over

Chris and I had an amazing time in Jamaica with my brother-in-law and new sister-in-law. It was a much needed, well deserved week of warm weather, beautiful beaches, frozen alcoholic drinks, and great sleep. By the end of the week though? I was ready to come home. I missed my baby girl more than words can explain, missed our daily routine, missed us all starting the day snuggling in bed and eating breakfast together, missed the moments when Liv just comes and gives hugs just because. I missed the little things.

And then we were home and the craziness hit and I was left thinking "I missed this?" Paradise has a way of giving things a rosey glow. Don't get me wrong, seeing my little me at the door melted my heart. The laundry and homework and whining and early mornings and endless mess hit like a brick wall though. 

I spent the last week trying to get my self back in the game. And though we aren't spending our mornings drinking mimosas on the porch listening to the waves crash, we are living our own kind of paradise. And I wouldn't change it for the world.