Life is fragile.
This week your Uncle Andrew and his girlfriend Lindsey were hit by a pickup truck as they walked across a cross walk. The driver was drunk and didn’t see them.
Uncle Andrew took the full impact of the hit and tried to push Lindsey to safety. Although both of them walked away without any threatening injuries, Lindsey broke her wrist, her knee and a vertebrae in her back. She’s had multiple surgeries and will be in a wheelchair at least for a few months while she recovers.
In a moment, something like that happens and reminds you that nothing is guaranteed in this life. It is so very precious and fragile. The best we can do is love each other and not take this life for granted.
Life is so sweet.
This week we watched you really fill out. Your neck is getting stronger and your cheeks are fuller. You’re cooing more and not minding tummy time. You’re still sleeping more during the day then you do at night, but somehow I don’t mind. You’ve grown out of your newborn clothes, and just like that–
you will never be that little again. you have never been so big.
I hold you in my arms and let a swell of gratitude fill my heart that you are here and healthy and whole.
I have found that being actively grateful for the big and small miracles in my life is one of the most important ways for me to stay healthy and happy. So I hold onto my gratitude for you dearly and thank God every day that you are here with us.
Life is love.
I stopped by work recently and a coworker asked if I’m bored at home with you. The answer is definitely noooo. I always seem to have a million things to do on my list in addition to nursing you, laundry, dishes, pumping and feeding myself. It’s hard to get things accomplished because you’re still in a stage where you often don’t want to be put down. It’s pretty 50-50. Sometimes you’ll fall asleep and let me put you in your bassinet but other times you cry immediately when I try to walk away.
I am grateful for those moments and don’t begrudge you because I know these sweet newborn days are disappearing as I type this. So I hold you close to calm your cries and rock you back to sleep and stare deeply into your sweet face. There are millions of moments each week when I stare down at you, and you touch my heart so deeply. I know I will forget the specifics of these moments almost as quickly as they occur, but I will always have the deep feeling of what it means to be your mom and this deep unconditional love that’s planted in my heart.
In the craziness of the world we live in now*, I can’t help but think that if everyone loved everyone else with the same unconditional love that we have for our children, what a world it would be. This love will love you through all your good days and bad days and always strive to lift you up. That’s what the world needs more of, my son. More love like this.
You are so loved, my dear August, always,
*Someday remind me to tell you what it was like to live through the 2016 election. I know someday people will ask me what it was like, so I’ve been taking mental notes.