Mommy time.

In a few short hours, my mom will be touching down here in Boston for the weekend. I am always excited when a visit with her (or any of my family members) is coming, but this time it's different. This time I really need my mom.

I love my life- being a wife, being a mom and preparing for this adventure out west, but sometimes it starts to feel like a lot. Sometimes being an adult isn't all fun and games. In the past month I feel like I've made more big decisions than I ever have- to actually move, which company to hire, which house to live in, etc. I have felt a lot of pressure- to get the house packed up, to see all my friends before moving, to still stay focused and attentive as a mom.

So, really, I just can't wait to see my mom, to be a daughter for a little bit and not the one in charge of making lots of decisions. It's like when you're sick and all you want if for your mom to bring you some chicken noodle soup. This weekend is my healing soup.