And I cant help but look at my children and realize that the days I am counting down to the birth of their brother can't be gotten back. I found myself today staring at the calendar trying to wish the next month away..... thinking ok...soccer camp, then the 4th, then swim lessons....then possibly time for a baby? But what about these days I want to fly by these inbetween days??? Should I rather be spending my time trying to bottle them then make them quickly pass? I think of each of my children and know this is the only summer they will be 10 or 8 or 2 or 1...... they will grow...
I sat on the lawn with my camera today... trying to capture them.. just them... in their pure state of childhood. I wished selfishly that M wasn't in California visiting so that I could have them all here on my lawn... All of them, their drama... their laughter... their stories...their fights...
The time will pass, soon our baby boy will be here to round out this crazyness... and until then, I will be the really pregnant mom sitting in the yard on the lawn. Dont mind me, I am just watching my children grow.




