Memory Mornings

I’ll be honest, it was going to be a rough morning. It was the first day of spring break, but I was going on about 4 hours of sleep after a wine night out with my girlfriends reminded me that I am, surprisingly, not 21 anymore. My soul was refreshed, but my head was pounding. I rolled over to grab my phone, looked at the time, and opened up Facebook.

A video from four years ago topped my feed with Evelyn’s little chubby face and bright blue eyes. And that was it; I was in the rabbit hole. I opened my photo app and started scrolling back to photos and videos from 2015, smiling and laughing at the tiny baby faces, priceless expressions, and 4:42 am wake-up time-stamps.

About that time, one by one, my kids strolled by my bedroom. “Evelyn, Cal, Lorelei,” I said, “come here!” I opened the covers, smushed their little bodies into my arm’s reach, and spent close to an hour watching old videos with them.

In one video, Evelyn had used an orange marker to draw tiger stripes all over her arms and face. In another, Cal’s Gigi (my mom) had him in stitches laughing after saying the word “spooky.” It’s my favorite sound in the world and the same laugh he has today. And in one of my all-time-finest mom-moments, I videoed Lorelei in her high chair while she snorted a tiny piece of macaroni in and out of her left nostril (don’t worry, we got it out).

The point is–it was the best morning I can remember having in a long time.

So this Easter weekend, if you can, wake up slowly. Take a breath of gratitude for this life and the promise of the one yet to come. Let your kids invade all personal space, and scroll through your iCloud with your kids. You’ll be surprised how a morning of memories can make your day.

❤️ Natalie

Want to see the videos I referenced? Head over to my Instagram stories @natalieeschultz. 🥰