I never thought repetition would be the greatest adventure.

Sure, Liv is growing up so fast, and every milestone is embraced with the loveliest affection and sense of pride.

But walking the same path practically every day, doing the same activities during wake windows, ending the day at 8 pm at the latest.

And doing the same tomorrow and the day after that with slight variations…

I, like a baby, am throughly enjoying and need routine.

Slow down, mama. This is privilege. This is the life.