When you're pregnant, you get lots of advice. The most common piece of wisdom I heard was to really soak up every moment when your child is a baby. I heard time went by fast. I nodded my head and thanked them for their thoughts, laughing on the inside. Especially given the trouble we had even getting pregnant, how could I NOT cherish every moment, big or small, once Harper was finally here?
Then, I blinked my eye and Harper was 8 months old. I watch teary-eyed as we captured her shakily crawling for the first time. Then, I stared at the baby monitor as she woke up from a nap and pulled up in her crib. I told her how to say "ball" and she repeated, "buh, buh, buh." Looking at recent pictures we've taken, I'm seeing the face of a little girl, not a baby looking back at me. She's so smart, funny, and beautiful. All I can think is time slow down! I can't keep up!
As I do my best to take mental snapshots of Harper and the milestones she's reaching, I'm also marveling at my marriage. Just this week, we celebrated 7 years! The same weekend, we celebrated Harlan's first Father's Day.
Life is moving more quickly than I could have imagined, and there's one emotion, a common thread that runs through my mind as I try and wrap my mind around these things:
Thankful. So, so thankful.
Let me share just a bit of this life God has so blessed me with:
Backyard Swimming Pool Fun
Swimsuit Season
Shopping with our new cart cover. Thanks for making it, Mema!
First night away from Harper. Wineries in Fredricksburg.
One of Texas Monthly's Best Burgers on our anniversary trip. Greasy. Delicious.
Psalm 139 - The Message
"Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother's womb.
I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I'd even lived one day.
Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful!
God, I'll never comprehend them!
I couldn't even begin to count them—
any more than I could count the sand of the sea.
Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!"
