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Hi! My name is Emily and I'm a writer, a wife to Nick and mother to two very sweet little girls named Daisy and Ella. We live in a quaint little town outside Philadelphia, PA, with our two black lab sisters.

 

I started this blog as a way to stay connected with friends and family after Daisy was born and it has now become a home for musings on everything from our favorite family recipes, books, travel destinations and, ultimately, my quest to balance work, life, self-care and family - all while staying grateful. Happy reading!

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My Favorite Moments with Daisy Lately

November 30, 2017

I am trying to hold onto that deep feeling of gratitude that comes about around the time of Thanksgiving every year. I love that extra encouragement to slow down and take in stock of the little blessings that make up my big, messy, wonderfully rich life. These days, Daisy is the reason for most of my gratitude – not because there aren’t many other amazing things to be thankful for, but because I feel so deeply, profoundly, inexpressibly thankful for the experience of being a mother – specifically to this particular tiny human being.

 

 

These are some of the moments I caught myself feeling thankful in the last week:

  • While Daisy and my Dad watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade side-by-side on the couch while I cooked in the kitchen, she scooted her little bottom across one whole cushion to snuggle up next to him. Watching Daisy with our families is something that always tugs at my heartstrings.

  • Daisy works very hard every day to try to feed our dogs on her own. She will methodically remove whatever we’ve stacked on top of the dog food container to keep her little hands out (piles of magazines, for example), until she reaches the lid, then she stands on her tippy-toes to reach in and grab handfuls of dog food then happily goes between Noni and Reno distributing her spoils.

  • Daisy loves to eat – just as much if not more than her Mom and Dad – but lately she would rather not eat at all than be fed. She is determined to learn how to use a fork, knife and spoon. She has mastered the art of forking mouthfuls of pasta so I find myself cooking pasta more than usual to give her the satisfaction of feeding herself. Watching her triumphantly deliver food from her plate to her mouth is a great gift: she smiles wide while she chews and my maternal heart grows three sizes each time this happens.

  • I try to take Daisy on a walk through the neighborhood on the afternoons when I don’t have class and she talks to herself – and presumably to me – in her high-pitched, sing-songy little voice in a language all her own from the time we leave to the time we return. I can only imagine what she might be saying…

  • At night, when we read her a story before putting her to bed, she gently rests her hand on the hand holding the book being read to her. She also often rests her head on the shoulder of the person whose lap she is in – or whomever she is sitting next to on the couch.

 

I wish I could capture these moments in some type of time capsule. Every day with Daisy is so full of sweetness, love, joy and curiosity. I sometimes wonder what “happy” meant to me before she came into my life. It certainly has a whole new meaning now and I will never stop feeling grateful for these moments.

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