"I make myself rich by making my wants few." -Thoreau
Lately, it's been as if I am actually watching Henry get bigger right in front of my eyes. It has always been mind-bending and bittersweet to watch him grow, but watching him transition from baby to toddler is a whole something else.
At nine months, he's still very much a baby, letting me hold him in the middle of the night and laying his little hand on my heart as he swallows his midnight snack. In the middle of the night, he's mine, but in the light of the day, this boy only has eyes for independence and running at nothing but full speed.
We've been spending the autumn days together as a family and I feel powerfully fortunate. Baking in the morning, enjoying a cup of coffee while the Henry finishes his cereal, taking walks together before we jump into work for the day. Henry watches us and subtly suggests his race car be added to a photo shoot or tags along like a trooper as we drag him around the city, in and out of neglected stores, digging for treasure and listening to bad country radio. We break to play in the leaves, roll around on the living room floor and laugh, or make an impromptu wreath from our flower clippings.
We eat warm, hearty meals and follow them up with a long bubble bath, just like Henry likes. We turn in early, tired and intoxicated by flannel sheets and a full day, prepared to start it all again in the morning. We count our blessings, embrace our simple life, and continue to dream of what the future may bring. With so much uncertainty in our path, these moments are like gold, replacing every dollar of a steadier income stream tenfold. Because even though it's not the road for everyone, it's proving to be an okay one for us.