The Stevenson Ohana

Time is an odd thing that never seems to pan out the way we suppose it will. It is always moving too fast or too slow, flying by or standing still.  We praise time when it works out in favor, and curse it when it doesn't. This past couple weeks anxiety has been high, energy has been low and just in the flux of wanting baby out and trying to enjoy these precious days and time with warm weather and Luke home for summer.  

 The theme song in our house the past couple weeks has been Les Miserables "One Day More." We have been anticipating the baby to come almost every day, but then the day passes and there is 'one day more.' My period calculator estimated my due date to be July 15th, but then during my first scan they moved due date to July 24th. In my head, I expected the baby to arrive between July 15-24, never expected it to go past that date (never been over-due) and never ever, ever weeks later in August! I know it's only a matter of days. . . but time has slowed and these days are creeping by. Now here we are on the eve of August 1st and worry, uncertainty, mom-guilt, and impatience is all about swallowing me up. I keep thinking of the scripture in Ecclastiastes 3 though and trying to remember there is a time to every purpose under heaven, including birth:

 "To every thing there is a ^aseason, and a ^btime to every purpose under the heaven: A ^atime to be born, and a time to ^bdie; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to ^alaugh; a time to ^bmourn, and a time to dance. . . "

It is neat to reflect back on the days that have gone by after due date, and just grateful for them. I have had lots of good memories with the kids and with Riley going through things together is so fun. Riley is the best life partner and love him so much. Here is to one day more and trying to enjoy the now and trusting in God's time. 

Luke's 'Art Hub' submission for their monthly contest. We love how much he loves his arts and crafts. 


Funny story: our good friends the Elmers dropped off some yummy granola the other day as we were about to head to the park. Clay tried some of the granola before we left and liked it so much that without anyone noticing decided to put both jars into his park bag. I didn't notice until we were at the park when I picked up his bag and had no idea why it was so heavy. 



The aforementioned bag, Clay's really taken a liking to it. Wouldn't take it off to go into the water.