Our days are filled with soccer games, laundry, home improvement, meals, arguments between siblings (and a few arguments between adults about how to handle those arguments), leaf piles, and bike rides.  Lots of bike rides with my boy on this trail above.  I walk (waddle) behind while he dashes ahead.  He comes back to me joyously and then forges ahead again.  This is our path together.

I am certainly not prepared for a baby coming in four weeks.  The crib is not set up and I have undecided plans of where to put it.  I have not made cutesy baby bunting to hang on the wall and  I have no stack of freshly laundered baby sleepers and blankets waiting for her arrival.  I realize she is not going wait for me to catch up.  She is on her path too and she will come when she comes.  I am relying on my previous experience that I deliver babies late and that I will have time.  TIME!  I just need more time…