It's About Time

It's so hard for me to believe that June is almost here. Where does time go?

As of August, we will have been here a year already. In some ways, it feels like we just got here a few days ago. In other ways, it feels like this has been our home much longer, probably because of how much we've packed in this past year. On a daily basis, it doesn't necessarily feel like our lives are that busy . . . but then I sit down on this blog to chronicle our time, and it seems to amplify how much we fit in to each day. Now that I stay at home with the kids, I finally have time to do all the stuff that I only wished I could do when I was working. Time sure is a weird creature.

Sometimes there is so much going on that it's difficult for me to sit down, like today, and remember what we've been doing the past few days. I know there was some yard work, watching a DVD with Brian, a BBQ at the beach with friends, a trip to get some ice cream at Baskin Robbins, a hair appointment, and dinner at Heather's . . . but it all just sort of blurs together in one big mass. Half the time I'm not even sure of the day of the week, and I can almost guarantee you that I don't know the date (unless it's an important one, like a birthday). Don't they say that you know you are having fun when you lose track of time?

Despite the whirlwind of the past year with tons of guests, outings, meeting new friends, hanging out with old friends, settling into a new home, getting used to a new routine, and most importantly, learning how to be a stay-at-home mom as best as I can, despite all these blurry lines of months passed and things done, there is one thing at the end of every day that I do know for sure, even if I can't remember how we spent the last few weeks, days, or even hours: I'm loving this new life that I've been blessed with.