I have had the best intentions...for days that have turned into weeks, I have meant to get back here and dust off this little corner and start writing again. I really want to get back to blogging more than once every three months but the truth is that I have yet to find an easy daily rhythm + feel on top of things here at home. I wonder how long this is going to take to figure out how to juggle everything again, and I feel guilty that by now, three months later I don't have more of a handle on life. Which is silly because I feel like we've had the easiest possible transition from two to three. I am not even kidding, and some of you are going to hate me when I say this but Lucy has more often than not, slept through the night since the day she was born. I know.
And ( so far ) it's rare for her to go to the trouble of crying about something. She truly is a wonder and very the best thing that could have ever happened to us. I tell her on a daily basis that she really should be too good to be true. She get's that from her Daddy. It's been two and a half months since she graced our family with her sweet little self, and our are hearts currently brim full and then some. She's has the sweetest disposition and rolls on her thighs.
And she has cheeks that go on for days. And a signature cough since day one, that we all know means she's most politely asking to be fed. Oh and she's worlds best baby to snuggle. She melts right into you. When she's not sleeping or nursing or pooping she's beaming. And yesterday she started sucking her thumb That's our little Lucy Wren. And I could go on gushing about her for hours if I didn't have so many other things to catch up on around here.
These days I am trying to let it sink in that Annabelle is about to be a kindergartner. That yesterday she rode her bike all around the park without training wheels and read a book to me. That these days I am so proud of her + that she grows only more beautiful to me.
Even especially when she makes a mud puddle with the hose in the back yard and smears her brother and herself from head to toe in it.
And these days I am more head over heals than ever for my Jack boy. Not that we don't frequently have hard days/nights with him. He is two after all.
Right now he's in the middle of a serious obsession with all things fireman, that has grown out of his adoration for a certain favorite uncle/person his. He is has the blondest little head you've ever seen. And a tender heart. Two of my favorite things he says right now are..." Mommy love me, right? " + " Mommy nuggle me! " These days it's so hard for me to watch the hot summer sun take a toll on his fair skin, as I pray for his little body and for wisdom on what to do to help keep his eczema from getting out of control.
These days I am working on the layout and design of another project house (going to post before pics soon, I promise) as David works around the clock to get this most recently purchased old home of ours renovated + move-in-ready by the end of summer. The house had eleven other offers on it, and they accepted ours so we feel pretty sure it's where God wants us right now.
These days I am longing to grow closer to Jesus, to love my family better, to treasure the blur of days that are turning so quickly into years, to embrace change + to stay flexible, to be less selfish, and not forget to thank Him for his countless daily gifts + goodness to me.
These days I am singing
this song as a prayer.
These days, I am blessed, and I know it.
