Today.

Happy Birthday, Little One.

You are

without question,

one of my most favorite people.

Thank you, Dylan, for all that you are. Because of you, my life is better in every single possible way.

I hope that you enjoyed your special day today.
I love you so very much.

Three.

It is very difficult to remember that there was a time in my life

before Dylan.

There is something so special about him, so magical and amazing, that words can not do justice. To meet him...is to understand.

  He is about to turn 3 years old.

And I could not be more proud.
Or more in love.

Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy.

Patience

Very frequently, I find that I have to remind myself about patience. 

I used to think that I was a relatively patient person, but now I am not so sure.  Maybe it's life circumstances that are shortening my string...maybe it's that I am allowing stuff to get in the way of what is truly most important.

It's just that sometimes I feel like we should have it all together all of the time.  That everything should have fallen into place by now.  That it should be easier, maybe...

But we don't and honestly, we can't.  And it hasn't.  And it's not easier. 

It is life.

And it's hard sometimes. 

When I start to feel badly and the guilt creeps in, I remind myself that in life we must take steps.

I remember that these steps may not always be in a noticeably forward motion.  That there may be times when we take backward steps.  That there may be times when we take baby steps.   

But we're up and we're moving.  And that is good. 

 

Things will fall into place.  They probably are falling into place as I type this - I just can't quite see it yet.  In my heart I believe that.  In the meantime, I need to remember to be patient with it.  Be patient with the steps; with the process.  Be patient with my kids.  With myself, too.

Be patient with life. 

Because really, it is so, so good!