Sometimes, I welcome change. I yearn for change. I actively seek it out in order to make the monotony of the everyday seem interesting. Other times, I never want anything to change because I'm afraid it'll affect us as a family negatively. However, I have learned that with a step towards change one also grows in leaps in and bounds.
Every now and then, I look at houses in our neighborhood in order to see if we could squeeze in a move into a bigger home. We'd like the space, but we're also OK where were at for now. You'd think that being a military family we would be tired of moving, but that couldn't be farther from the truth (at least in our case). I enjoy changing a space to suit our needs, but I think I've hit a wall in this circumstance and in this home. A change may be what we need.
I mention change, because I feel as though something is coming. I mean to say, something IS coming. Lucy is turning one. She is on the verge of taking her first steps and truly conquering babyhood. She is far more challenging as a mover than I could have prepared myself for. I look forward to her toddler years with a lump in my throat because those are the years that fly by the quickest. I steal moments to myself whenever possible because..o my she needs my very full attention..at...all..times.
Her brother on the other hand, is coming into himself. A person, a tiny man. He has his own agenda and likes things how he likes them. I don't share much about him anymore on here because there isn't much to share. I cherish his normalcy and guard it closely. A bump or a bruise sends my heart into a tailspin but he's otherwise fine.
I'd like to post more often, even if its rambling on. Baby steps.