It’s finally Friday and it feels so good. While the week wasn’t bad, today is crisp and clean and the wind outside is making me oh so glad to be inside. Hopefully I’m able to grasp the edge of this feeling and ride it through to the weekend.
My amazing mother in law is throwing our soon to be littlest boy a celebration dinner this Saturday. I was adamant I didn’t want a sprinkle, so she conceded and we are having family over to have a nice, laid back barbecue. I’m looking forward to good food and watching Jack and his cousin laugh and scream and play (they have such a blast together.)
It’s so crazy to think that in just over five weeks we will be meeting our (second) son. That soon enough these little feet that poke out of the top of my belly and disappear whenever I try to grab them will be part of a whole little boy that I am going to fall madly in love with. Some days it feels like it will be forever before I get to meet him. I felt this way with Jack too. There are some women that love being pregnant, but I much prefer my babies in my arms where I can kiss their cheeks and smell their sweet milk breath.,
A well-timed fortune
Until then, though, I’m lucky to have my sweet boy. He definitely has made the wait easier this time around and gives me all the love I could have ever dreamed to give and receive. I fully intend on making these last weeks extra special for him as he nears the end of his time as an only child. It’s a time I know he will never remember, but one I don’t think I’ll ever forget.