Wow.
I can hardly believe my last post was in July. Crazy! Since then I left my beloved job, we took the kids out of daycare and we've moved to my brother's to be caretakers, and a little more than 8 weeks ago I gave birth to my newest little guy, Reece David.
Life can sure change fast.
And the only reason I'm sitting down to write is that everyone else in the house is snoozing! Ahh, sweet silence . . .
My hubby and I were discussing this just the other night: If you'd have told me last Christmas that in 2010 I would leave my job to be a SAHM, I would have a new baby, and that I'd be living in what amounts to my dream home, I'd have said you were certifiable.
Yet here I am.
Left my job. SAHM. New baby. 1870s farm house in a sleepy river town.
Crazy.
It certainly hasn't been easy, and it's not always fun, but somehow the extra hard work really is . . . easier. Maybe not easier--maybe it's just that I'm doing something worthwhile? It's harder work, but less--no, make that different--stress. There are rarely breaks (like now!) and no vacations. There are constant messes, noise, smelly bottoms, sticky faces . . . but there are also giggles, drool, toys, smiles and dimples that I would miss otherwise.
I've had to slog my way through the murky depths of post-partum depression, but I have a beautiful boy to show for it. I don't get to shower every day, and I rarely get to go potty without someone trailing along behind me, but my middle child doesn't care if I'm sitting on the toilet when I read to him. Forgiving boy.
My husband is really coming into his own, too. I'd say he's changed a lot in the last year, but maybe it's me that's changed: I see him how he really is now that I'm not distracted by so many outside things. He's stronger than I'd have imagined. More tender. Compassionate. Fun. He'd probably kick me for saying this, but I think he looks better with the extra grey hairs he's earned this year. I don't know about MY new greys, but his look really good. Mmm. I have a cute husband. Is it getting warm in here?
Occasional behavior issues and mountains of laundry aside, this has been a good move for us. The Lord has opened up tons of new possibilities for us: homeschooling, more children, adoption or foster care, maybe a new church home, new friends. Things I'd dreamed about before but were "impossible": With God all things are possible.
All things.
