My unstyled life isnt messy or clean or ugly or stunning. Instead, my goal is to create a home that reflects back the spirit and personality of our family. Its a work in progress. Sometimes the beauty in my life is by accident, other times its intentional. Its there, either way, because when I remember to fill my home with what I loveperson, place, or thingodds are it will be beautiful. Maybe not always appreciated, but always beautiful. If you feel the same, you are welcome to share a link to your own unstyled life in the comments.
He spent the day napping, so when it was time for bed he had trouble sleeping. I snuggled him for a very long time, until we both fell asleep. I had my arm draped lazily around his waist. His small hand gripped my wrist in a sweet attempt to keep me from going anywhere. It was heavenly.
I can’t wait to have moments like this as my son grows up. And I love a cozy messy bed, it looks so warm and inviting!
very sweet! seems the most wonderful, unrushed cuddles occur when they’re sick. the boy is home sick the last two days so my bed looks similar. but where did you find a tissue box with a map on it instead of the ghastly floral patterns that we’re still forced to buy in bulk? :)
I spent an hour or so in the middle of the night doing the same thing. My sweet boy likes to keep mama close by resting his hand on my cheek and sleeping with foreheads touching. I was so tired, and wanted so badly to be in my cozy bed… but in no time, these moments will only be to remembered. someday another woman will take my place. I just hope she appreciates him!
Mmmmm… As much as I like a well-styled, well-made bed, isn’t there just something so comforting about cozy and haphazard blankets and sheets that you can melt right in to? Reminds me of a lazy Saturday morning.
Beautiful.
Last night, my daughter fell asleep in my arms, clutching my necklace. I didn’t want to pry her hands off of me, as it was so comforting. That moment of sheer love. The cuddling. Glorious.
I know I’m supposed to want to kick him out of our bed every time he comes toddling in at 2am, but there isn’t a shred of that anywhere to be found in my heart. They get big too fast, as we all know. He won’t be toddling for much longer…
Gosh, how incredibly beautiful and sweet!