This is a whimsical version of a black fly, on the Adirondack Carousel in Saranac Lake.
On this day one year ago, I was eating Mother's Day breakfast at Minella's Diner in Wayne, PA. I was there with my hubby and boys, my own mom and dad, and my brother and Miss Kathryn--celebrating not only mama-hood (and grandma-hood), but my brother's college graduation. What a weekend!
On this day five years ago, even though Lincoln hadn't quite arrived yet, people began celebrating me as a mother for the first time. So now, for 1/6th of my life, I have been a mama. That doesn't sound long enough for how life-changing and all-consuming being a mama is. It's wonderful, and hard, and always a paradox of speed and slowness.
Here are my boys now; hit fast-forward between the previous picture and this. Taken at the Utica Zoo, May 4, 2015.
Today I am 18 weeks pregnant with my last baby, and it is a treasure. In two weeks we'll find out if we'll welcome another beautiful boy or the marvel of a baby girl into our family. This process, more than just being a marvel, a miracle, is also a strange sadness. I am carrying our last baby, and I have friends carrying their last babies, and in a very real way, it's (the beginning of) the end of an era. That's pretty intense. But full of good things.