I blame the Patagonia Kids catalog Jeremy dropped in front of my face as I was sipping on coffee between bites of the the oatmeal (with raisins, peanut butter & cinnamon) he just cooked for me. Without warning and any restraint I found myself flipping through the pages and losing my shit over all the cute kids out and about on Wintery adventures. And the little down onesies? Forgetaboutit.
I closed the catalog – looked Jeremy in the eyes and very seriously said “I’m ready to start a family.”
“Really?” Jeremy says.
“No. Not really. I just wanted to practice what that sounded like out loud.”
The truth is I’m not ready. Not yet. I could be perfectly happy just the two of us forever. But sometimes I can’t help but imagine sipping on coffee while Jeremy cooks an oatmeal breakfast for a little family of three. Followed by bundling a little beeb up for a Wintery adventure of our own. And when I let my mind wander like this I become just a little more baby crazy. I become just a little more ready. Maybe.