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Tomorrow, I'll be 30 weeks pregnant. And possibly for the first time EVER in my life, I'm anxious for fall. For infinity scarves that I haven't yet knit. For boots that I don't (yet) have, and skinny jeans that I probably won't wear. But most of all, meeting this sweet baby girl for the first time. This fall, there's excitement in the air.

I keep having to remind myself to slow down and remember how much I love summer. How even though our calendar is booking up quickly, we have GOT to make room for at least one or two more trips up to the lake before fall really arrives...because come November, even with all the good things that it will bring, I'm going to miss this. 

I'll miss the splash of the water on my face and the wind in my hair as we float on the water. I'll miss the rocking of the boat with the gentle waves that feels so right to me--like I'm home and can finally relax all the way. I'll miss watching Lizzy's silly grin as she falls asleep on the boat, and her being so concerned when Justin falls wakeboarding (no matter how many times we reassure her that he's having fun and that mom loves to do it too). I'll miss the warm days that yield to the early evenings just chilly enough for yoga pants and a sweatshirt. I'll miss it all. 

Exciting things are coming...but I also can't forget that in a few months, these WILL be the exciting things that I'm so desperately looking forward to when summer finally rolls around again. So, with all the "to-do-before-baby" lists and stress that there are only five Saturdays that haven't yet been booked between now and my due date...I've got to find a way to make as much time for the now as I'm making for the future. We've got to make time for this.