My favorite time is the time between when the baby wakes and gets changed and goes back down and before the other kids wake up. It is the cozy pre-dawn hours for our individual prayers and study, and our coming together for couple prayer just before the kids wake.
Today begins fall break, so we all slept in a whole hour.
It was glorious.
This was glorious for everyone but Nathan, who got up twice in the night with the baby without even telling me or asking for help. It was a huge sacrifice on his part, doing that so I could get a night of sleep. That is a lot of love.
Now he will be exhausted today, but I will not fall asleep on my patients.
We have exciting adventures planned for fall break, including a temple trip and the aquarium and the zoo and our usual family movie night.
I tried to be grateful to Nathan, making everyone a hot breakfast while he got to start work early.
That is how we tag team, like any other parents, excepting I am grateful especially for my good and tender husband who is also a participating and faithful father.
It is morning, we are exhausted, but the house is full of excited kids waiting to see what they are excited about – and there is some kind of happiness in that, the kind that I have only felt before on snow days.
But instead of snow, we have a garden ready for harvesting of the final autumn gifts. Yesterday I got another round of garlic, potatoes, sweet potatoes, onions, and leeks. I also found more cucumber, tomatoes, and eggplant, as if the earth is as confused about the weather as we are. I have been grateful, as we tried to feed five kids, and for the church that helped once while we waited for their food card to arrive.
These are the simple things of our days that are the same as before we had kids, but made exponential by all of us experiencing it together… kind of in the same way we often had eggs for breakfast, but now it takes a whole carton.
It is an adventure, multiplied.