No Cause for Alarm

35 weeks, and boy am I feeling every bit of it!  My weekly progress emails gleefully remind me I should be gaining a pound a week at this point, and it's truly amazing how fast my body can take on new changes.  Stormageddon has only recently vacated my right ribcage in favor of a more central position behind my navel, and just today I realized I was having trouble getting my rings back on my finger.  All this comes with an increasingly impressive amount of discomfort.  I don't always notice the sounds or faces I'm making while trying to roll over like a beached whale, but Will does.  Lucy, too, has incorporated several suspect phrases into her vocabulary, including, "oh goodness," "wowee," and "oh, so heavy."

And speaking of Lucy, just one week ago she turned TWO.  As I think ahead to the big changes coming as we prepare to start all over again, I can also reflect back on the incredible way children learn and grow.  They see and hear everything, and everything and everyone is important.  Nothing is below consideration or above attempt.  

Over the past few years, I've often found that a phrase or two from the Avett Brothers filters out of their substantial body of work to latch itself onto my life for a while.  Right now, that phrase is, "nothing short of thankful."