What happened to last month? Somehow, all those days leading up to Thanksgiving disappeared. My baby girl will be 3 months old on Thursday! (she's 11 pounds now. She's starting to chunk up, and she's awake more often. Somehow, she manages to sleep through Caleb's screaming. I wonder if all younger children are sound sleepers. I certainly was. When this kid is older, she'll be able to sleep through anything. That, or she'll have nightmares of hearing "GOOD MORNING DANIELLE" yelled at full volume.)
I know they say that life moves quickly. I am continually reminded that if I blink, my kids will be holding diplomas (hopefully) and asking for the keys to the car. So I try to slow down, to take deep breaths, and to drink in the moments life offers, from the sweet hugs I get from Caleb to the smiles Danielle throws my way. Tender moments. (As for the times when Caleb is jumping on my leg or Danielle is spitting up on me... well, those can pass quickly.)
Caleb has an infectious laugh. There is abundant joy within him, and sometimes it just comes spilling out, brought forth by the lightest touch or any sudden movement. It's almost an instant reaction, coming forth without thought or reflection. When the world changes, just laugh. I need more of it in my life--I could listen to him laugh all day long.
In a few weeks, Rachel will go back to work. The kids will be at day care. Life will be hectic once more. But that can wait--it's not for a month. Right now, we look forward to Christmas and we celebrate today. Caleb simply wants to play, and we need to join him, to play with plastic dinosaurs and matchbox cars and whatever other silliness ensues. I hope that Danielle hears the peals of laughter that pour forth from Caleb and comes to trust this world as a good and joyous place, that these kids grow up secure in the knowledge that they are loved, confidant that they can face whatever comes their way because their parents will be behind them all the way, loving them through it all.
I know they say that life moves quickly. I am continually reminded that if I blink, my kids will be holding diplomas (hopefully) and asking for the keys to the car. So I try to slow down, to take deep breaths, and to drink in the moments life offers, from the sweet hugs I get from Caleb to the smiles Danielle throws my way. Tender moments. (As for the times when Caleb is jumping on my leg or Danielle is spitting up on me... well, those can pass quickly.)
Caleb has an infectious laugh. There is abundant joy within him, and sometimes it just comes spilling out, brought forth by the lightest touch or any sudden movement. It's almost an instant reaction, coming forth without thought or reflection. When the world changes, just laugh. I need more of it in my life--I could listen to him laugh all day long.
In a few weeks, Rachel will go back to work. The kids will be at day care. Life will be hectic once more. But that can wait--it's not for a month. Right now, we look forward to Christmas and we celebrate today. Caleb simply wants to play, and we need to join him, to play with plastic dinosaurs and matchbox cars and whatever other silliness ensues. I hope that Danielle hears the peals of laughter that pour forth from Caleb and comes to trust this world as a good and joyous place, that these kids grow up secure in the knowledge that they are loved, confidant that they can face whatever comes their way because their parents will be behind them all the way, loving them through it all.