Regression

I look at Winnie when life is hectic and she so innocently smiles at us not knowing what is wrong.  Not a care in the world.  Just bliss.  I wish so bad sometimes I could be unaware.  Only thing to worry about is the location of my passie and blankie :) Regression at its finest. haha.  I think all parents look at their children at some point and think, "What would it be like to not have a care in the world? So easy to be one." We woke up at 6:30 in the morning the day we went to Portland and got Winnie up to change her for the day.  Dayton was getting her dressed and saying, "I know you're tired Winnie girl.  You can go right back to sleep in the car." We rememered our parents getting us up early for road trips, guiding our half awake bodies in the car, and hitting the road. That's us now.  No more falling asleep in the back seat or not paying attention to the freeway exit you're supposed to take.  We're big kids now.  Adults.  Its daunting sometimes.  

In those super tough adult times of bills, doctor visits, and figuring out how to parent I'm glad I have Winnie.   I'm forced to make a silly face & move on with life, for her.  I can't pout or be frustrated on the outside for long.  I have to pull that inner happy and positivity out and play peek-a-boo in the middle of chaos.  It helps me get out of my funk. When I look at her I'm reminded it really is going to be okay.  Because it will.  It always works out.  There's always a plan.  I'm not really sorry for all the emotional "I love my family" posts I feel I've been doing.  They're all I've got right now.  Love them so much.