As I stood at the sink washing dishes this morning it struck me how peaceful life is right now. I was looking out the window and watching the birds fluttering through the yard and just a hint of rain starting to fall. A gentle breeze was blowing through the patio door next to me and I could hear Josiah upstairs in his room playing with his cars. Nothing pressing to do. Nothing needing to be to resolved or fix. Just dishes needing to be scrubbed.
It made me smile.
And then I realized my moment of peace is quickly coming to an end. At least end for a while. A few years from now I’ll be right back here again, but this time with a little girl home with me instead of a little boy. And both Chloe and Josiah will be off enjoying school with stories to tell me when they get home. And our little girl will impatiently wait at the window for the bus to drive by, just like Josiah does now for Chloe.
I’m thankful for my life right now. I know soon I’m going to forget how thankful I am because I’ll be so sleep deprived and struggling through learning the rhythm of a newborn again. And I’ll be thankful then too, but it will be harder for me to see through the haze. So, right now I’m rejoicing in how much I am enjoying life.
That is an interesting post to me, because I timed my children in such a way that I never had a moment like that. Life was actually never peaceful from Nov. 9, 1977 until sometime in about 1987 or so. Maybe even later. But I didn’t miss it, because I never considered the possibility. Still, I’m glad you have planned your family in a slightly more sane way!