It’s May. Already. I can’t believe it, but I also love it. In this family the month of May means Mexican food, birthdays, mamas, and warmer weather. So basically, some of my very favorite things. You can expect me to talk entirely too much about the sun until September, because after that the Northwest weather is rarely worth talking about. But Washingtonians… we summer, y’all. Verb. Come visit!
The last few weeks have been a big hiatus on the home front. My written words have been few, and I feel that deep in my heart. I’ve unintentionally traded quiet time for more time in bed, writing time for television, and books for instagram browsing. But I’m not stuck there in guilt; just thankful, excuse the cliché, for a new day. Yet in spite of the slow pace of my own world the last month, we have had great days and blessings to celebrate. My amazing husband got a new job and then because he’s a total stud ran the 7.4 mile Bloomsday race in 49 minutes; we celebrated Mother’s Day with my mom and mother-in-law at Dockside in Coeur D’Alene, and then Cannon Lee, my sweet little boy, turned ONE! For me, the second child’s first year has gone by much faster than the first’s. Like, way faster. How is my little man already walking and eating everything and getting mad when he doesn’t get what he wants? He’s becoming a little boy right in front of my eyes. I love it, but I want him to stay cuddleable and little at the same time. Yet the calling of motherhood always, always wins over what we want, doesn’t it? They grow and grow and our job every day is to do the best for them. It’s hard, holy work. The best kind of work.
Later this week I’m going on a we’re turning thirty this year girls weekend with some of my favorites. I can hardly think about anything else this week because I’m beyond excited. Already started packing excited. Four of us are leaving seven kids with grandmas and dads and headed to the sunshine. Three nights will be the longest I’ve been away from my babies, but they will be in good hands and I will be with my besties, and by Sunday I’ll be ready to get home and hug them tight. Isn’t that part of the good a weekend away does— makes you long for the hugs at home again?
At the end of the month I’m saying goodbye to my twenties. (!!!) Ummmmm… we can talk more about that later. For now, I’m anxious to get in to a new rhythm again and live in to all that God has in store for a new decade. He’s so good, even in our mess. Happy May, friends!