Seasons

This Is The Time – Billy Joel

This is the time to remember
‘Cause it will not last forever
These are the days
To hold on to
‘Cause we won’t
Although we’ll want to
This is the time
But time is gonna change…

Sometimes when both my babies are screaming to be held at the same time, and I am letting one hold my finger for comfort while placing my other hand on the baby’s tummy to soothe him, I’ll remember my days of infertility and then this Billy Joel song will start playing in my head.

My boys need me, but they won’t always.

It seems like I’ve sat down many times to try and write, but the words just don’t come. To try and sum up the last 4 months seems impossible so I’ll just say my days are caught in that crazy, non-stop, wonderful, exhausting, blissful thing called motherhood where I am caring for two small children and have little time for much else! Sound familiar?

L.A. It’s better. Much better. Community is starting to form here for us. I’m in a groove. I have accepted and EMBRACED where we are. Excited and all grateful to know I am in the center of God’s will which so many struggle to find their whole life through.

I still get homesick. Last week in fact. I miss my house, my GA friends, our family, my dogs. Getting to see my day lillies bloom in my front yard from what was Grant’s nursery while rocking a baby in the gorgeous morning sun that room got. Oh, how I loved the morning sun in that room.

But L.A. Did you know how completely gorgeous it is here in the Spring? Last night I spied hundreds of roses as I ran and inhaled their sweet smells. Did you know many streets have these gorgeous overarching trees alongside them?

Maybe the greatest thing I am learning is that life is a series of seasons. Children, places you’ve lived, worked, trials, triumphs. And probably the greatest thing I can do is breathe them in and hold them loose or maybe just a little tighter?

A baby is a calling…