The weeks are flying by before Baby L makes his entrance into the world (7 weeks or less now). In early pregnancy, that very thought would have quickly compelled me to tears... not because I'm dreading having a baby around, but because my time with just Shawn is dwindling.
These days, though, excitement has replaced the sadness; anticipation the fear. But I'm still savoring the sweetness of these last few weeks of just me and Shawn. This weekend it was homemade pumpkin spice lattes, prayer walking Radnor Lake, an afternoon reading in the hammock. Last night, it was a long dinner on our back porch next to a fire Shawn had built in our chiminea, watching the stars. It's uninterrupted conversation, undisturbed sleep, last minute plans to head out the door to dinner. What a privilege to walk through this life by his side, and I'm so thankful he'll be there for the next season, too.