The days are a blur with the tasks at hand.
Knowing I only have a few months of getting up at night.
The early morning bottles will soon pass also.
and changing, needing me less and less
A season is all I have..
Scott and I pass each other
knowing that, yes, we're tired but
this season is quickly changing.
Their eyes opening wider everyday.
Their smiles are more and more.
Their cries, familiar to me.
A deep satisfaction watching
bothers and sisters
take care of the least of these.
Knowing that this is a privilege,
to be a mom.
No complaints on my end will you hear.
I'm right in the middle
of a grand adventure of the Lord's kind
I will enjoy every moment.
The Lord has given me
and granted me the privilege
busy at home