I found myself very reflective this weekend when Friday marked the 2 month mark to Baby Martin's arrival. Ben and I had a quiet evening at home: we ate dinner out on the back patio and sat quietly and read for the rest of the evening. When we headed to bed I couldn't help but feel some grief for the coming loss of times like these. Looking into that little bedroom across that hall I knew that things would soon never be the same. As we enjoy quiet, restful evenings they aren't being taken for granted, and at the same time, I want to embrace the times that are to come very soon.
2 comments:
oh, Sarah, it's a beautiful and noisy ride you're embarking on! I love that you took the time to grieve the future loss of quiet... it'll come, it's called "nap time." much love to you, Ben, and your sweet pea!
sandy
Oh my - you put into words a feeling that I had often near the end of my pregnancy - just before you were born... I can honestly say that once looked upon your face I never looked back. Your unique 'Sara wisdom' gives you the inner eye to name these feelings, that has always been your gift. Restful and quiet times come again. What come between is worth every lost moment of quiet, each tired/wakeful night...
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