This time of year I am amazed that I found a moment to sit and type. Of course, as I type I can see clearly a mound of breakfast dishes in the kitchen and the edge of the laundry pile peeking out at me from the slightly ajar door to the washing machine.
Spring is in full swing and with it baseball season (although that is actually beginning to wind down). This means evenings at the ball park, Saturday practice and late nights attempting to keep the house in some semblance of order. Thank goodness for a generous mother-in-law who gave me a slight reprieve this weekend and at the same time managed to keep the ironing basket from overtaking the house.
I'm loving the longer days and the activities that are now possible. Whit has developed his very first freckles on his nose and despite copious sunscreen use, he is working on his farmer's tan, which in this family we call the baseball tan.
I can hardly believe that in a few short weeks it will be time to address and mail invitations for his first birthday party - there are so many things left to accomplish between now and then.