The end of pregnancy is bittersweet for me. The end of a long nine months. And a new start of an unknown.
Our
sweet girl has been especially clingy and emotional lately which makes
me anxious for the weeks to come. I know in the long run she will love
her new brother but not being able to give her the attention she desires
is hard on a mama's heart.
Our oldest continues to be such a
great big helper. The weight of being the firstborn is upon him and he
wears it well. But he, too, craves his own attention and has his own
needs. I'm thankful he is in such a sweet stage of being all about his
daddy.
The days fly by as we wait for our baby's arrival. My body
is so exhausted and ready to be done. Perhaps it is it's way of giving
me the confidence to endure another delivery.
I always want to
soak up these lasts but time is teaching me that the days forward are
just as good. I continue to try to learn to live in the present instead
of longing for days past or wishing on the days to come.
I'm
learning to let go of more. To find peace in less. Something I have
struggled to aspire to but this past year of slowing down has helped me
find.
As one chapter closes, another one begins. So many emotions and a heart full of love.
