I keep wondering why I can’t keep up. Please tell me you too have a pile of things to be dealt with and a to do list that doesn’t seem to get checked off. Am I the only one that feels way behind? Just when I think I get a handle on some of it, I turn around and there is more to do. And as I sit here pretending like the mess doesn’t exist, I now hear the baby, who is supposed to be napping, yelling “Bubba” from her room. No one is coming to rescue you girl…or me for that matter.
In the midst of the craziness, I sure have enjoyed these kids. This last week there has been time shared around the fire, time spent together harvesting sweet potatoes from our garden, conversations about our favorite parts of the day, moments laughing at the way Mabry dances every time she hears anything that resembles music (which includes the hand mixer). My to do’s and piles of things can wait for another day, or week, or another time when life is not full of what matters. I can’t keep up..because time is moving so fast. Gress’ brand new pants are already too short, Mcree is now making breakfast (the kid loves to make eggs), and Mabry has new words (and dance moves) daily. Every night Rad and I go in to look at the kids. We stand there and sigh at how big they have become, almost like we missed months and every night they seem exponentially bigger. In the midst of trying to “keep up” I so don’t want to miss these special moments. That is my prayer.