The summer is flying by. I've been writing a blog entry for weeks now about little Eliza Maree, and it is still not finished! It might have something to do with the fact that my writing is usually limited to 20 minute intervals while children are sleeping or at night before I collapse into bed. I will finish that entry because it's a special one that I'm putting a lot of thought into. Even this blog entry has taken me two weeks to finish!
Eliza is eight weeks old today, and life feels normal again. It feels like she has been a part of our family forever. I feel like I was pregnant ages ago--feeling those little kicks inside me and wondering when this little person would make her arrival. It's strange to think that Hannah and Jack won't remember life before Eliza was here, and almost all of Lilly's memories will be after Eliza arrived as well.
Our summer has been everything that I wanted it to be, and we still have a month before school starts. We make very few plans and take every day as it comes. I am making a conscious effort to be present and really enjoy this summer. We don't have to move into a new house, we don't have summer camps or school drop off and pick ups. I don't have to rush everyone out the door in the morning. Some days we stay home and the little ones play out the back in the pool and the water table. Other days they ride bikes in the culdesac or we go for long walks. We've been to the library and lots of parks. We've met up with friends that we don't get to see to often during the school weeks. The beauty of having no plans is that if it's rainy and everyone wants to stay in pajamas and play in the basement all day, they can do that. I love seeing what the older three decide to do with their time. They create elaborate games, pretending to be Jim and me or their favorite family from the neighborhood. They've set up a store and spent hours shopping and stocking the store. They spend the majority of their days out the back, making concoctions of dirt and water and bubbles and finding dinosaur fossils (aka rocks).
Since Eliza joined us at the beginning of June, I constantly find myself stopping and being thankful for what I have. For our growing family with four healthy little ones, a house that I love and am proud to call ours, siblings and parents who come and visit and make life that much more fun, a neighborhood where people couldn't be kinder, close friends who bring over dinner and drinks when they know we can't leave Eliza with a babysitter yet, and most of all, for a husband who has made all this possible.