It is finally finally almost July. This is important to me because I knew that June would just about do me in with busy life and away from home-ness and I have been waiting and longing for July.
Not that I haven't loved June. June has been very exciting. I was away, Andrew was away, and for the past few days I have had the privilege of hosting my mother and spending much time with my family. My brother and I had secret plans for this visit, a plot that we've been hatching for a couple years now and things went off without a hitch. We had a lot of time together and I enjoyed being with my family for several days in a row - it was tiring but good.
Our little godson/nephew is getting big and strong. Also he is wearing his share of obligatory funny baby hats:
And our niece, S., is as darling and camera ready as ever. She is learning to be a good big sister, and full of imagination and games:
She is, I have heard, a lot like another blond haired, blue eyed little girl was, a rather long time ago.
And we are waiting still. I feel like now that June is over, July and August stretching in front of us open and free, we can really be ready. This might make waiting harder. But we have tomatoes on the vine, zucchini in a pot outside our window, a plane landing at SeaTac as I type this with my heart on board, and plenty of that rare Seattle sunshine to keep me warm while we wait.
4 months, 2 weeks, 6 days. That's not our number, yet.