Salvation Army came today and hauled off all my baby things (sans the ones I gave to my sister in law:) Besides being grateful to de-clutter and clean out before our crazy rainy season that started today. I felt like I needed to tell the donation guy, "Take care of those things...make sure they find a good home....there are many memories wrapped up in that boppy, tricycle, potty seat, backpack!!!" But alas, it is time for me to move on. Embrace my new season. Do you see a reoccurring theme here? My kids are getting older. My job is changing. We are out more than we are in. Nevertheless, some things are staying the same. We are clinging to our breakfast time devotions, cuddles on the couch, afternoon snacks, strolling our baby dolls, reading books aloud, and backrubs at bedtime. Bart and I are trying to relish in the laughter, exhaustion, and drama.