If everything in life is just here for a season, then we're in the season where the days are long and the nights are short. This is the season when we count down the minutes until dad gets home. The season where we crawl on the floor while Piper is sleeping in our room and, the season where she is almost crawling herself. It's the season when we are anxious, exhausted, and constantly seeking grace. It's the season where we find true joy in her smile and giggles. We're in the season where laundry and chores are never caught up; where making the bed is a small victory. We're in the season when we drink more cold coffee than hot; where every warm meal that eat together as a family is cherished beyond words. This is the season when we give every ounce of ourselves and watch a miracle grow from it!
One day, our home will be quiet and clean again. One day, people will again invite us to go out and we'll go out more than we stay in. We aren't in that season right now and, even when it gets hard, I'm so incredibly happy for the season we're in. These are the days that go too soon. These are the days when our baby is still a baby.