Little Blue Eyes and me. On the deck. Barefoot. Pregnant. (Me.) Swollen. (Me.) My favorite sweat pants. Little Blue Eyes still in his p.j.'s. A typical day for he and I last summer.
Our babies are 20 months apart. Is having them so close in age hard sometimes? Sure, I suppose so. Are there benefits? Sure, I suppose so. I don't give it a whole lot of thought. It's just how it is. I know that I wouldn't change it for anything, and I couldn't anyway, so that's that.
This picture does remind me of a time when things were a bit more difficult. I was 47 months pregnant and Little Blue Eyes was really starting to get his legs under him. His greater mobility was kind of a blessing, in that I didn't have to carry him quite so much. On the other hand, it also widened his range of destruction. I cannot explain how much I felt at the mercy of toys strewn across the floor. Bending over to pick them up was absolutely the worst thing I could think of. I don't know if all women feel this way when they are pregnant, but I definitely did. Bending over, sending Miss Peaches even deeper into my pelvis and back into my abdomen, harder against my bladder, heavier in my gullet... I regarded anything on the floor, or my own feet, as completely unattainable.
Despite his mess-making capabilities, Little Blue Eyes was -- and still is -- my constant companion. We spent many days out on the deck where I could lock the gate and rock in the chair while he played with his toys, trucks, pine needles, whatever. The deck was nicely shaded most of the day... That was kind of important to a hot-blooded pregnant gal.
When I saw this picture it just invoked so many little memories, I had to share it. It feels like everything and nothing have changed since then. Do you ever feel that way? You look back and realize how much things have changed and you didn't even notice it happening?
To everything there is a season... I know that.
This spring I am so thankful that both my babies are with us, happy and healthy and soaking up the beauty of the world. This season, too, shall pass. I just wanted to take a moment to take note of it before it's gone.