People say that everything changes when you have kids. I have to admit that I don’t quite agree with that.

As a whole, my life is pretty much the same as it was before Cadence came along. I still enjoy writing and taking photographs. I still enjoy watching movies and reading good books. I still love my husband and enjoy just hanging out and goofing off with him. I still enjoy taking long drives and people-watching and singing along (loudly) to music.

Yet, for all the things that have endured, there have been many changes.

It takes a lot more planning and a lot more time to get out of the house these days, and though I am still anti-purse, I’ve had to come to terms with carrying a very purse-like diaper bag wherever I go. I’ve developed a whole new appreciation (and damn near love affair) with showering. I’ve learned that it is possible to function on just two hours of sleep, as long as there is a cup of coffee involved in the equation.

The biggest change of all though is in my mind–for it’s hard to think about much of anything these days without also thinking about my beautiful little girl.

It seems strange that a year ago, I hadn’t even officially met her yet. These days, I have a hard time remembering what life was like without her. Perhaps that is just the price of motherhood–having your thoughts completely derailed and rerouted by this little person that you love more than anything in the world. If there was ever such a thing as a good obsession, I think parenthood might be it.

Today’s 365 Project entry is dedicated to all the parents who have had their hearts and minds highjacked by their children.


  1. >I love this Lori. I couldn't agree with you more! I was given the wonderful gift of being a mother when God gave you and Lindy to us. Love you!

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