We started the weekend off in the best fashion – a day early with John home for a sick day and a day that reached almost 80 degrees. He was sick enough to stay home and rest, but not so sick that he wasn’t a functional human being, so it gave us all an extra day together. A three-day weekend with sunshine and warmer weather was perfection.
In the quiet moments, I kept looking at my kids in these “almost” ages. Nick will be 2 in just over a week and Mia will be 4 in June. I watch as he runs after her playing outside and I’m amazed by how confident he is with things like running, stepping off of steps and curbs, jumping. He repeats back entire phrases and knows so many words that surprise me and make me smile every day. Big words from such little mouths make me catch my breath at the amazingness that just two short years ago, he was still snug and cozy inside. Now, he climbs ladders and goes down the big slide and stands up for himself to his sister and moves so fast all day, every day that he makes me feel guilty for have 3 times as many pictures of his sister (who will stand still and let me get her picture, sometimes.)
At this point next year, I will have an almost-3 and almost-5-year old and will verifiably no longer have a baby. I will also have a little one registered to start kindergarten, a fact that I was reminded of when I drove by the elementary school and saw the sign and got a bit teary thinking about signing her up.
Five short years. That’s really all we get to keep them at home. And for all of my thoughts of homeschooling, she adores school. Completely and utterly and I want to encourage her to keep that feeling as long as humanly possible – which includes her unconcealed squeal-worthy excitement about kindergarten next year.
It felt like a lifetime when she was born – five years? How could we even think about something so very far away when we didn’t even know if we’d get to sleep for five straight hours that night or if we’d make it the next five days without completely losing our minds.
But then I stopped.
We still have an entire year and a half until she starts. In her mind, in their minds, it’s an eternity and I want to travel that sweet eternity with them, enjoying each day as it comes and watching the world with a heart full of love and joy for everything and an imagination that fills the world with endless possibilities.
So, this weekend, it was one moment at a time. Park and picnic. Warm sunshine. Eating breakfast out at a diner and eating yummy bacon and egg breakfast at home. Playing in the backyard. Raking leaves and prepping the garden beds for early seeds, then planting. Starting more plants that will grow inside until they’re strong enough to move outside. Little ones waking up and crawling into bed with us to all snuggle for extra cozy time before we got up to start the day. A date with my sweet girl, while her brother napped, to buy a tee shirt and hoodie to make her new favorite clothes. Running into my best friend completely coincidentally and having the extra time to all go for a quesadilla and nacho lunch. Making pizzas for dinner. Homemade popsicles. Getting dirt under my nails and enjoying the birds and warmth of digging and planting and the hopefulness that comes with starting a brand new garden again. Watching kids play in the dirt that will be their very own garden(if they’ll leave the dirt alone long enough for a seed to stay put and get some roots in the ground.) Buying just a few simple things for the little one’s birthday celebration next weekend, followed by planning the menu and searching online for delicious cupcake recipes. Rearranging the kids’ room in anticipation of getting a new bed and trying to make it more of a functional play space for them. Doing everything with the awareness of windows wide open. Making lists of all of the things we need to do outside this year. Time alone to sew and to run errands with the windows open. Spring.
I am so very in love with Spring right now.