My grandparents are all gone. I'm the middle generation in our family now. I'm expecting a second baby. Life marches forward. We recently attended the funeral of a dear family friend, who was still young. There is something profound to me about watching a parent bury a child. While I know there are no guarantees in life, when that happens it seems to go against the natural life cycle. Parents don't expect to outlive their children.
I was baking and cooking the other day and Michael commented it was like Dorothy Jean (my grandmother) at Christmas. I miss my grandma. I wish she could have met my babies.
We had a picnic at the lake a couple of weeks ago with the college friends we get together with every month. I am grateful for this purposeful time together, not knowing what life will bring to each of us. It's important to carve out time for those relationships that last across time, through each of our life cycles- however long they may be.
One of the many things I love about being a parent is watching the joy that unfolds from simple things in life from my child.
When life can feel heavy sometimes, I cherish even more the oblivious happiness in simple things that children experience.
I'm so grateful for all of the good things in our life, our little growing family, our families, and many special friends.