Someone Else's Kids

There was plenty of commotion on the hill outside our window last week.

And since David wasn't home I had to grab my camera so I could replay the scene for him.

The images seem to capture the best of youth, the 'just hangin out' days that I will probably always miss.

Funny that I haven't posted in forever and now I come bearing pictures and words of someone else's kids rather than my own. But honestly, I didn't know how to write about pregnancy and I don't know how to write about being a mother. I'm not sure what words I could use that would accurately convey what I feel without selling the whole thing short. I don't know what to say that every other mother in blogworld hasn't already said and re-said and said-yet-again about her own kids.

So all I will say is that I'm deeply in love.

I can't wait to see Isaiah through every stage of life he encounters.

I can't stop looking at him, can't stop talking about him, can't stop kissing him, can't stop taking pictures of him for fear that time is already slipping between my fingers as my teeny six-pounder passes the ten-pound mark.

He is growing and changing everyday and as much as that makes me want to cry, I'm, instead, going to force my world to slow down so I can take it all in.