What a sweet, sweet season of life.
In the midst of a very work heavy- time scarce life, we have somehow managed to very much enjoy the simple things.
Crunchy leaves. Reading aloud late at night. Hot chocolate. Dinners at church. Long conversations about things that last. Sabbath dinners. Good food. Long days spent with friends.
It has been a good, sweet year. But where did it go? Wasn’t it just New Years? Wasn’t I just planning for my baby to get here while suffering from intense heart burn and preggo waddle? And now here he is, chubby cheeked, crawling, and stealing my heart…
Really, I blinked and the year was gone.
Is this the pace of the middle years? Surely not.
How do I make it slow down?
I’m reminded more than ever that this is a season. And that it won’t last. And I’m trying to soak it up as much as possible.
But I’m also pondering what I can do to take the days more slowly. What are we doing that feels like a blur? What can I take less of? What can we enjoy more?