This season of life is amazing and exhausting and rewarding and frustrating.
There are moments each day so bursting with love they feel holy. Moments where I could simultaneously laugh and burst into tears. Moments where the most intense joy is paired with a bittersweet awareness of how quickly time is passing.
In this season of life, there are slow walks up and down the street, collecting rocks and pondering lost pet signs. There are daily battles to put in ponytails. There are endless questions.
There are car seat buckles, bedtime stories and missing shoes.
And laundry. There is so much laundry. Clean laundry and dirty laundry and folded laundry we will never put away.
In this season there are picnics at the park, silly voices and the best giggles.
There are squeals of joy and so many firsts. What a thing – to have a life so full of firsts.
There are two full-time jobs and two morning drop offs and diapers and baths and bottles and water bottles. There is sheer exhaustion.
There is not a lot of rest, but a great deal of joy. There is fear and guilt and anxiety. There is a running to do list in my phone and countless emails to myself with reminders.
There is endless wonder and awe. There is more love than you felt you ever deserved.
And an awareness that you are doing it. You’re really doing it. One crazy, magical, maddening moment at a time.