The days keep getting shorter.
With school starting here yesterday, summer has officially ended. I now am mom to a first grader (seriously, where does the time go?). And I’m happy to say that he said his first day of first grade was AWESOME!
This summer I truly became a soccer mom (minus the minivan) and a chauffeur. On top of soccer, we had Bible school, basketball camp, and swimming lessons. Oh yeah, 4-H and a vacation were tied in there, too.
We were busy, had a blast, yet I think we were definitely ready for school to start. I could tell that the kids were a little “summered out.” Their excitement for going outside started to dwindle in these past couple of weeks, so the change of school seems to be a good thing.
Still, I’m trying to suck in the last sweet bits of summer. After the kids are put to bed, I try to sit on the deck or patio and read in the last moments of sunlight. A lot of times, it backfires, and I have at least one kid sneaking out, but sometimes, I am able to soak in every last minute of daylight, enjoy the fresh air, and just be.
Yes, the days keep getting shorter.
And my nights are about to get shorter, too.
I am currently 38 weeks pregnant.
I’m in that stage where I don’t really get a good night’s sleep (let’s face it, when you have a basketball attached to your abdomen, it gets a little uncomfortable in bed).
Even though I’m uncomfortable, even though it’s harder to breathe, sleep, and get dressed (compression hose….definitely an acrobatic act), I’m still trying to suck in those last sweet moments of pregnancy. Because this is it. The last feelings of those flutters, the last of having feet sticking in my ribs, the last little pops of hiccups, the last moments of feeling the gift of life inside of me.
Just like summer, this doesn’t last forever.
And just like a new school year, I’m eager with anticipation for the unknown.
Boy or girl?
Calm or boisterous?
Sweet or sassy?
I’m filled with hope that God will bless us with a great year, filled with new adventures and new life.