Life is good

Mason, on his bike. When we got him this new helmet, he joyfully said, "I am so grateful it isn't red!" It's all about the little things with Mason.

Yesterday evening our little family headed out for a family stroll to a nearby park that Mason calls "The Tractor Park." Mason biked happily along while the other boys reclined lazily in our stroller. The weather was warm, there were horses to pet on our way, and we had a ball playing on slides and digging tunnels in the sand. In every way, it was the perfect way to end the day.

At one point, while I watched my men play, I couldn't help but reflect on the first time we visited this park. It came on one of the very worst and hopeless days of my pregnancy-just before I was officially placed on bed rest. The boys and I were so lonely that we risked going into labor to attend a play group at the pumpkin exhibit that was being held at that very park. I thought that it wouldn't be too hard, but it ended with Charlie nearly freezing, a MAJOR tantrum from Mason and a pathetic meltdown from Mommy. I was in so much pain, so lonely, and so overwhelmed. It was hard.

Now McCabe is nearly six months and Summer has kicked in. What a difference time makes! It really does heal all wounds. Life is wonderful but it definitely has it's ups and downs. It is good to remember that if we are patient, no matter how dark a moment is, it eventually becomes only a memory and good times are sure to follow.  They always do and they always will. Perspective truly is everything.