Why Am I Here?

Byron's brother has invited us up to Santa Monica again. Wyatt and I came last year around this time and had the time of our lives. There were several moments when I was able to sit back, take a breath, and say, "This is why I came." But what will be my reason this time? I'm a little worried that I won't discover the reason. I have a sore throat and my patience for Wyatt is wearing thin. I'm edgy and tired. This was not the mother I was last year. I realized that I needed to change my mindset immediately when I noticed Wyatt too restless to sleep just a few moments ago. I laid down to cuddle with him and immediately my heart rate went down. And so I am writing this to kick start my brain into looking for and enjoying special momemts with Wyatt that will never happen the same way again. That is why I am here.