Today marks day number four in my new life as a stay-at-home wife and soon-to-be-mother. In some ways, the decision to quit my job was a very tough one, but mostly it was a forgone conclusion. Both Steve and my mothers stayed home with their children and we both think that it's incredibly important for at least one of us to be a constant presence in our children's daily lives. In some ways, I think that I've always planned on staying home with my babes. I guess it might have been a tougher decision had I been working toward a career goal that I was really passionate about, but I wasn't. I am passionate, however, about home. I'm really happy. For the last four days I've been happier than I've been in a long time and I feel like I've accomplished more than I have in months. It's an odd place to be, though. I don't have a community yet. All of the women that I know who have children have gone back to their away-from-home jobs, so there is a touch of loneliness and a yearning for someone to talk to who has made/is making similar choices to me. I know this will come in good time. I'm stumbling to find a rhythm to my days. I'm getting there: my morning walk with Nikita, cups of tea, and long over due projects. I need to allow myself the freedom to do what feels right in the moment. And sometimes what feels right is to just be. And that's okay too.