Being Still.

The morning sun is shining, the laundry is hanging on the line, my errands in town are done and I’m sitting still – holding Lavender.

My husband has taken some of the girls to town get supplies for the building of our duck house – the ducklings are growing way too fast! They need to move outdoors soon – and so the adventure of building a duck house has begun. This is certainly nothing we’ve ever done before …

This is a rare quiet moment in this old house … I can hear the birds singing as they build a nest outside my bedroom window …  motherhood is so sweet, isn’t it?

As each day begins, I wake up with  my little baby snuggled against me … this morning, Lavender woke up to nurse and we watched the most beautiful sunrise together … I wish I could freeze time for a little while and capture this snuggly, precious time with my {all} little girls … but I know time must move on … if we always froze time, we would never see the next beautiful, enchanting blessing around the corner … like a movie night with my ten year old last night, sitting watching Road to Avonlea and eating homemade granola (the only snack in the house! No time for baking right now!) … each stage of motherhood is a joy and challenging and wonderful.

When I put Lavender down, I ache to hold her again. My friends joke and have teased me that I’m a little possessive of her … I can’t help it …she’s constantly against my chest or in my arms … I do know how fast this newborn stage goes and I don’t want o miss a minute of it. I know because I have a ten year old who was just pressed against my chest and cuddled in bed with me as a newborn in what feels like  just a few years ago – but no, it’s been ten years. Time does go by and there is an urgency to cherish every.single.minute. Every.single.detail.

Lavender, you are such a tremendous delight to our family … thank you, Lord, for this baby girl of mine, for allowing me six wonderful chapters of my life to experience having a sweet baby in my arms, for all the stages of motherhood, for all the potty training days and all the late night read-alouds to the older girls … motherhood is a privilege.

P.S. As I finished writing this, a truck load of girls and one daddy arrived back home with all the building supplies – the quiet still moment is over, but I will still embrace the day with all it’s noise and dirt and laughter and chatter!