Seven Months...

…is how long I have been gone from this space. To the day. Having a second child sure does knock the wind out of one’s sails. So to speak. And in a good way, for sure. There are many excuses, but that is irrelevant. I want to begin/continue documenting our life as best as I can and as frequently as I can because life is so incredibly short.

Levi is fifteen months old. FIFTEEN! WHOLE! MONTHS! He is talking, some. He is walking, like a drunk. He is giggling, non-stop. He is eating, sweet potatoes and carrots. His favorite object is a ball and he calls it’BAH-BAH’. It is cute, and adorable, and I just want to eat his cheeks.

In a way I don’t want him to grow up. He is my baby. He is not talking yet (at least not in coherent sentences) and I love it! But part of me wished he were more stable on his feet and less injury-prone because life sure would be easier.

I love the way Hudson is evolving into a big brother; the way he cares for Levi and takes his well-being into consideration; the way they giggle in the back of the car together as if they are sharing secrets no one in the world is privy to; the way they share food and feed each other; pat each other on the head; and chase each other around the yard.

The days are long. But the years are short. It’s hard. It’s rewarding. It’s joy-full. It is terrifying. And every single minute of all of this is worth it.