How I wish I could freeze time at this very moment, just so I could figure out a way to bottle it up and keep it safe forever. It's such a sweet season of our lives right now- one baby is turning three come Fall, and another baby has just arrived. Our days are full, in every sense of the word- full of so much emotion, full of so many ups and downs, and full of this overarching feeling that this is the good stuff, the stuff I'll miss one day. In my mind I've always thought about parenthood like that; even in the middle of the night when I'm dead tired and can't bear to wake up one more time to feed and rock and change diapers, I know that this is it. I'll only have so long to feed and rock and change diapers, so even when I'm feeling my very worst I couldn't love it more. And when Henry is being difficult, and I'm at the very end of my patience, and I am counting down the hours, minutes, seconds until Hank gets home from work...I know still, that this is it. Charlie's baby smell is already fading, the first rolls on his thighs are beginning to appear, and the newborn days are making way for the baby days. Henry is of course changing so much too- conversating like an adult, getting taller by the week, and growing into a little person with his own thoughts, feelings, and opinions. Time is marching on. So like I do whenever I recognize I'm in the middle of something, a special moment or season of life, this is me stopping for a moment to take it all and jot it all down. Because like I said above, this is it.