Seconds

We did our "official" Father's Day celebration yesterday. It was difficult, but not nearly as raw as the first one, post-Sarah. Lunch and a street festival, kids climbing all over the place. 

Our family has grown in so many ways over the past year, and that's not including the baby on the way.  Jonah sat down in the restaurant and started reading items off the menu. Only 10 days or so left of first grade! Rachel and I visited the preschool where she will attend in the fall. Rather than try to talk me out of it, like her big brother, she immediately started gathering her belongings. "Let's go, Mama! I don't want to be late!"

Perspective and time have helped me realize that so many things in life are temporary and often too brief. When things are good, you need to slow down and make them last. And when they are bad? Realize that it only makes the good things that much better.

There's an episode of The Hive (a British animated series about silly bees) where everything is blamed on "the baby."  It's become the running punch line to all of our days. Legos disappeared? "The baby did it!" Can't find your shoes? "The baby did it!" Jonah even ran up to me, and planted a big kiss on my cheek. "The baby did it!"

I'm looking forward to when the new baby really does cause so many antics.