Sunday, March 14, 2010

March Un-Madness Musings

Call it spring fever or maybe it's just the feeling of finally being back on our feet after the whirlwind of 2 of under 2, but we think we've found our footing after all this time. Ellie sleeps through the night, no one has thrown up in weeks (knocking on wood right now), the ear infections while still on the surface are fading into the distance (again with the knocking on the wood), and things at home and work feel as if everything is right with the world.

Our basement is in a better organized state with a distinct kid-area set up so that they can play while we work out, the car is finally back in the garage after months of it being a catch-all for old and broken appliances, three different strollers and the multiple pile-up of empty diaper boxes. Life feels organized and just as it should be.

The best part is that when we say "I love you" to Luke his response is :"I wuv you too mawm" and sometimes even: "I wuv you too much mawm." And sweet Ellie is full of kisses and laughs as she strolls about the house with her baby.

We are lucky, blessed and realize that even though this past year has been hard, we will only ever remember all the wonderful moments. John rocked Ellie to sleep Friday night (this is almost always my "job") and I think she should know that as he rocked and kissed her forehead he looked at me, choked up and said, "this has been so hard, but in 20 years we'll want nothing more than to have this time back. We're going to miss this so much."

Everyone from veteran parents to those without kids keep telling me that it's going to get easier. Although the parents usually kind of laugh and say it gets easier in some ways but the problems get bigger. So as the tedious/maddening work lessens and the problems grow, we're ready to face this next stage of parenthood and married life.

I think it's perfectly fitting that spring is on the horizon just as we're welcoming a renewal of spirit and life in our home.

1 comment:

amanda said...

I don;t think it ever gets easier. I think every stage has its perfection and its intolerability. I watch the two of you laugh and I see the sparkles in your children's eyes. You are, like the river's current on the stones upon its bed, softening hard edges and running with a tireless consistency. You make us smile, you Stevenses.