Perfection

Yesterday I was watching Holly Has A Baby and then the Grey's finale. If you watched either of them you would know that a baby was born in both. As I was watching them I was thinking about my birth experience. I told Ryan that I didn't get to immediately hold Dominick or even see him  and that while I wanted to be focused on how he was doing I was more focused on the amount of pain I was feeling AFTER he was born. In all honesty, after he was born I remember asking Ryan if he was okay and then being in so much pain.

Ryan looked shocked. He said, "Dominick was fine. You were not. They took the baby, cleaned him up enough for me to hold. I held him and they took him back. You were bleeding everywhere. The doctors were nervous and I was watching all color leave your face and body." I said, "yeah, but I wasn't the first one to hold him. I didn't get that immediate skin to skin, it wasn't what I thought it would be." All Ryan said was, "yeah, but you're here now to enjoy him and that's more important than getting to hold him right away, skin to skin contact or anything else about that day. You're here, he's here and you're both okay." I promise I'm going somewhere with this

We pondered the thought of that day and while it wasn't what I had imagined or hoped for, Ryan's right (and I felt SO loved by him when he said that, FYI). We are all here together, we're all okay and all is good in our world. My life is pretty darn perfect. So many people see the imperfections of their lives; the little things that shouldn't really mean much.

 We are all together. We are all happy. Dominick is thriving, learning and growing each and every day (he just learned how to high five and is a pro at it). We both have jobs and are able to put clothes on our backs and food on our table. Our house is FULL of love and what is not perfect about that? Ryan and I are happy, in love, laugh daily and are not only married, but friends too. We feel like we have a good foundation of friends who are like family in California. We have family who supports our decisions and loves us unconditionally. Life is good.

With that said, is our house always clean? Absolutely not. Do I cook a homemade meal every night? Nope. Is the MOUNTAIN (yes, mom...mountain) of laundry hung and folded in all the right places? NEVER...unless my mom is in town. Do we miss our families? Absolutely. Do we have other wants? Of course. All those things, they're not perfection to us. Perfection is leaving the house on time (almost never happens, but we are getting better). Perfection is being together. Perfection is kissing each other good night. Perfection is giving Dominick a bath and laughing and playing. Perfection is Dominick getting 9-10 hours of sleep at night and feeling refreshed and happy in the mornings. Perfection is making memories as a family.These moments and days are fleeting. We all know things happen and can change in an instant. Enjoy this time, be joyful in each others accomplishments and love each other more during our struggles. Be apart of the highs and lows, heartache and pleasures. Every time my parents leave they always tell us to take care of each other and I think we are doing just that.

Enjoy the perfections! Take care of each other. See the perfections of your life...it's not THAT bad!