balance

 
so it's november. can you believe it? i can't. this year has gone by quickly and the most wonderful time of the year is now upon us.

and i have a newborn.

i cannot wrap my mind around it right now. maybe because my head is still in that precious newborn fog that comes with this territory. and as much as i am self-professed NOT a newborn mom, i am soaking in all of these days, knowing that it's my last one.

as much as i want sleep {oh, y'all - i sooooo want sleep} i'm trying not to wish away these days because that would mean he's older and there goes my last baby.

i'm not one of those moms that is sentimental at every stage. i never have been. i want my babies to grow up, explore the world, experience new adventures and know God in a way that only comes with age + life experiences. BUT - with our sweet last little one, i find that i am walking around with a bittersweet feeling hanging over me.

the last of every little stage.

the days are looooonggg ... but the years are short. 

so very true.

i want to enjoy it. embrace it. experience it ... i don't want to lament in twenty years and wish it back either. we all know those kinds of people, don't we, and i do not want to be one of them.

i want to be present in all of my days ... even when we're empty nesters.

it's such a balance, isn't it? not wishing away the days, but loving them as they are ... and then not wishing them back as you remember them. does anyone else find that this balance is hard? especially in the thick of things?