|The last bleary-eyed new|
Listening to these songs again invoked a wave of sentiment I didn’t expect. Of all the milestones we’ve crossed so far, the one we’re crossing now seems to be the most bittersweet. Our littlest girl turns one tomorrow and there are no more babies on the horizon for us. We are beautifully complete as a family. I am thrilled to be watching my children grow up, arm in arm with my dearest and most beloved best friend (who also looks pretty hot with a little facial hair). I am excited for this next season of our lives, as our children become independent and our dreams have shifted and formed into our reality. But I also feel the season of “young married life” slipping away: the falling in love, and getting married season; the getting to know your in-laws, and deciding who sleeps closest to the door season; the who is going to change that stinky diaper season; the what will our children be like season.
Every season of my life has had its high points, I have always found joy in the days as they go by, but this last decade-plus has been a treasure like none before. I loved every minute, beautiful and ugly. While childhood, high school, and even college came to an end for me with some relief, our early married life comes to an end with nostalgia and a little bit of longing. There are many treasured moments still ahead for us, but for the first time in my life, I feel that something is passing away that I will miss and never get back.
|Such a grown up girl already!|
But, thanks in part to Hootie and the Cranberries, a large collection of photographs, and the best souvenirs ever – three darling little girls and the aforementioned husband – I’ll bid this season farewell knowing that the love and joy it brought can still be savored and recalled – like a sweet love letter, bottled up and waiting to be reread.
Happy birthday to my baby girl.
Everything on earth has its own time and its own season. Ecclesiastes 3:1