sweet friends–it’s been so long. three months almost. my absence is a story for another time (one that definitely includes the fact that we don’t have wifi out in the boonies where our new house is). today, i wanted to welcome you back with a long-overdue post introducing you to our sweet quincy elaine.
our beautiful girl was born april 7th (almost two months ago, wahhhh) at 3am, 3 hours past her due date. my labor was only 15 hours which is amazing considering that i was induced for high blood pressure on april 6th. come to find out my blood pressure was only high because this babe was 10lbs 2oz and 21.5in long! my body was just over it and ready to get her out. aside from being huge, she was perfectly healthy and made her way into the world with better hair on day one than i have after 21 years.
the past two months have been a sweet blend of magical and exhausting. we truly have been so blessed with an “easy” baby (which i think is totally a relative term). she eats well, sleeps well, smiles big, and loves people. the lord so knew my heart when he planned the season of her arrival because the springtime walks have been such a breath of fresh air for my mind and spirit. i feel such a sense of purpose pushing that stroller around the trails, praying for my husband, talking with new friends, and sipping iced lattes (that my husband works so hard to provide haha).
this is a season of adjustment and a season of learning. i’ve been captivated by the concept of cultivation as the spring has come and gone. the lord has spoke to me in ways i never would’ve imagined as i realize that the dirt, the mess is where new life, fresh life begins. he’s teaching me that i can choose to make my mundane, day-to-day life an act of service to him. that changing diapers and holding my sweet girl when i’d rather be writing or cleaning can be an act of worship. i’m learning that leaning into him for remembrance is a necessity and that he is faithful to bring to my mind what it is i need in those moments. i’ve learned to serve eric in ways that involve more grace and less snuggles because one of us always has our hands full. the lord has restored my love of cooking and is working to teach me who i am becoming.
q is going to be two months old next week and hindsight is always 20/20. the painful pruning season that the lord and i walked through during my pregnancy is beginning to display it’s fruits in. ya know, seasons fascinate me because you often miss the transition and one day look around and realize it’s not spring anymore. the leaves are in full bloom, it’s sweltering hot, the rain has slowed to an occasional shower and everyone’s dressed in shorts and tank tops. summer has arrived. just like that. i feel like recently i looked up and realized that the season of pregnancy was over, the lingering remnants of recovery and maternity clothes no longer in sight, as if i somehow missed the transition. i opened my eyes and here i was, standing in the hot, sweet season of motherhood.