The BrookeBoeser

My favorite topic. My sweet family. I am so blessed to be married to the love of my life. I met him when my daughter was just 7 months old and I was going to school and working part time. My husband Kyle was in the military and was home visiting his family on Veterans Day weekend when we met. We connected instantly. I knew he was unlike the other guys I dated in the past and I wanted to get to know him. Kyle was so kind hearted and genuine. He was always transparent with his feelings and I knew I would marry him one day. He loved my daughter Merrit with such a true, all consuming kind of love. He lit up when she would snuggle up to him and those two had an unbreakable bond. Kyle left the military and moved home to be with us. We bought the fixer upper that we had dreamed of with a wrap around porch, in a small town about 20 minutes from our families and we started our lives together.  We fixed it up together and made it ours. He proposed on my birthday and the same day, slipped a diamond ring on Merrit’s finger. We were swept off our feet once again by this man.

Kyle always takes the time to make me feel like I am the most important woman in the world. He will get something if he sees it and thinks of me, pick up something that he remembers me mentioning weeks before, tells me he loves me 20 times a day, reminds me how beautiful he thinks I am daily and how great of a mother I am to our children along with how much he appreciates me. But best of all this man stops me almost daily in the kitchen, plays one of our songs and slow dances with me. I act as if I am annoyed by him when I am busy cooking or cleaning but  it is my favorite thing that he does. Sometimes we are dancing with Merrit on our feet when she catches us, but that just makes it that much more special. I know life gets in the way and I forget to tell him as much as I should, but I am so lucky to have that man in my life. We all are.

But back to Merrit. That little spitfire is now five. Five. I did not know so much personality could come from one girl. She is so witty and is always saying the most off the wall comments. She is a miniature version of myself and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t the coolest thing ever.. I was hoping for a sarcastic sassbox and I got it. She went from being the only child to a big sister this past November when her brother Dash was born. I thought I knew everything about that little girl but I was wrong. I had no clue just how compassionate and tender that wild girl could be. The way she stepped in and became such a protector to that little boy is enough to bring me to tears. She is always following him around and making sure that he is properly taken care of. She will be the first to say when he needs changed or fed, before Dash even knows it’s time. I cannot wait to watch her grow into this powerful woman that I know she will be. I am so proud of everything she is and I know she will always amaze me.

Dash. He is my boy. We are basically best friends. Kyle was hoping for a daddys boy and I’m sure that’s what he will get in a few years but for now Dash is a full blown mamas boy and believe me I am soaking it all up. I mean sure, it could have something to do with the fact that he is exclusively breast fed and looks at me like a loaded ice cream sundae when I walk in the room but I think he just likes me for my quick wit and charming personality.. Dash isn’t doing anything too off the wall at 3 months old but I do love to goosh his rolls and kiss on him until he gets annoyed. I used to think puppy breath was marvelous, now I’m really into baby breath. Sure that sounds gross and creepy but oh my it is a thing. I love every little smell he puts off, for the most part. I think it is because I know this is the last time I will be experiencing all of these baby moments.. but I am taking particular care to slow down and really absorb all of the things that I may have been guilty of taking for granted in the past. Life gets in the way and things will always happen but my continuous goal is to be in the moment and fully present, because the house can wait but these babies can’t. I am guilty way too often of putting him in the bouncer or telling Mer I am busy cleaning because I am truly bothered by sitting down in a house that is not picked up. I struggle every day to just let it wait until bedtime or early in the morning. I have to make a conscious effort to say “yes” when I am wanted. They grow too fast, we all know that.. But I wan’t to be a part of it all.