And...Scene.

Knots.
Getting tighter and tighter with each passing minute.

I've begged and pleaded.
Downright demanded even.
Told time to please just stop.

Let me enjoy.
Let me savor.
Give me just a few more moments.

But Monday is rapidly approaching.
And tonight's Sunday Night Blues laugh in the face of their predecessors.

It absolutely blows my mind how twelve precious weeks have come and gone.
Just like that.

Truly the best twelve weeks of my life.
Everyday, filled with special moments.
Each day, a delight.

And it's so painful to know that everything changes tomorrow.

But.

I refuse to view this as the end. 

I choose to have an attitude of gratitude.

Because there is still so much to be thankful for.

And this is not the end.

It is only the beginning. 

Of just another new normal.

Instead of wishing back the time Ly and I had together,

I will now stash away the sweet memories. 

The sweet treasures.

Our everyday moments that no one else shared.

The special bonds that were made.

With much reflecting, I've realized this.

My biggest fear is the daily grind.

The pace.

The tendency to live life on autopilot.

My time at home allowed me so much.

To slow down.

To take in each moment.

To re-prioritize.

To focus on what matters.

To savor life. 

To give my heart completely to my family.

And you better believe I will *try my best* to keep that momentum going.

To cherish every moment I get with Little Miss Chunkin.

And of course my most-perfect husband.

Besides.

Who knows what the future brings. 

But for now, I'll focus on the present.
And do my best to love each day.

With that, I leave you with scenes from our last day.
Reliving some of my favorite daily things.