This post has been cooking for some time now. There is just such goodness on the horizon. What am I saying? Good gravy lawd, there is goodness everywhere I look. So. Much. Goodness.
My boy just turned four last Friday.
This milestone has hit me harder than when my girl did. And I believe it's because he's my youngest and it's not likely there'll be another babe. Ezra and Zoe just keep on growing and learning and growing and smartening up on me, I barely look the other way and they've got some new tool to add to their kit. Here's the proof: a week and a half ago he wrote his name out of nowhere for the first time.
Then my magnificent Zoe learned how to swim:
And Ezra had his first class and was incredible:
You never know how heavy and vulnerable your heart can be until you have these little creatures calling you mama.
There's less than half the school year left for Zoe now and Ez will start school himself in the fall. I'm just seeing these days fly by...these days that are all I've known for the past 6 years. Experiencing nearly every moment of every day with my children, barely a minute to myself...and all of the sudden I'm seeing the end of this. It's a little scary to me. I'm already mourning this, but in the same vein I'm so excited at what's ahead. And so amazingly, unbelievably proud of my babies.
There's all these bright shiny planets in line with the moon outside my window the last few nights. It all is just so perfectly perfect. It always seems to be.
Learn to let go. That is the key to happiness. ~The Buddha
And I have to mention on the note of perfection...that woman resting blissfully in the sun just down the hill from Ez was fully and gloriously pregnant.
