What I want to remember in this season of life...
Not the extra baby weight that's hanging around my midsection, arms, face and thighs, but that Owen is worth the chub and the look on Knox's face when we surprise him with going to get donuts after dinner is just too good to pass up.
Not the stretch marks around my belly button, but that I embraced summer, wore my swimsuit and met friends at the pool to watch our kids laugh & splash around.
Not the dishes that pile up when I can't seem to find time (or get my priorities in line) to conquer the pile, but that I have a husband who will come home, serve me and make those dirty dishes disappear.
Not that Chase and I are sometimes like ships passing in the night while we tag-team changing diapers, bedtime routines and household chores - but that we are serving each other and taking "shifts" and are working as a team ((and that it will get easier!)).
Not the endless bills from pregnancy and delivery and the weeks after, but that the Lord provides.
Not the tantrums when Knox is acting out from all the recent change, but the way he adores his dad, the way he says "school buses (school bussies)" and his curious face when he asks, "oh, what's dat noiiiiiise?"
Not how loud Knox is when he wakes up Owen when I fiiiiiinally get him to sleep, but the way he sings/shouts "HEY! HO!" when the Lumineers play in the car.
Not the weeds that seem to take over our yard, but the wildflowers that I grew from seed.
Not how stressful trying to juggle my business and life can be, but that the Lord provided an awesome nanny to hang with Knox once a week so I can get all that work in (almost) uninterrupted.
Not that we are far from family, but that we get to soak up the time and make the most of it when they do visit and when we get to go home.
Not the sleepiness when I want to go back to sleep, but the rich taste of coffee in the mornings...and afternoons. ;)
Not the waking up a million times in the night, dizzy from sleep-deprivation, but the sweet coos Owen makes as he nurses and the cuddles as he falls back asleep.
Not the low number in our bank account at the end of the month, but the memories made ((and the cotton candy consumed)) at a spontaneous trip into Denver to watch the Rockies play the Rangers.
Not that life can be exhausting and hard, but that it is rich and that the Lord is good.