William was born in winter, then Alex arrived late in spring. Max is our summer baby, and Maria takes autumn. Four children, one for each season. I have always loved the poetry in that... if it is poetry, or coincidence, or happenstance, or cosmic grooviness... it makes me happy. They make me happy.
And I have something so cliche to say, that it is a cliche in itself just to reflect on it: It all goes really fast! Seriously. I was warned, and I respectfully listened to aunts, and supermarket strangers who wistfully pronounced, "The time will go by, and they'll grow up before you know it." I did understand, and it did give me pause. Of course there are those long nights, up with a sick child, or early mornings scrambling to get everything packed and everyone in place... and those moments feel everlasting. But mostly, I have lived gratefully and happily in the moment, and feeling a gladness that has been the greatest joy of my life. And with the joy, astonishment, a bit of worry, too, because it is going too fast.