The closer it gets, the more that this upcoming transition from a family of three to four seems... colossal. As in it's-hard-to-wrap-my-mind-around-it huge. As in, are we really doing this? and is everything going to be okay? huge. I've been thinking about it and I end up doing a lot of hoping. I hope that I'm a good mother to two. I hope the love and respect that Ken and I have for each other grow that much more because of how we parent two. I hope we have a lot of patience and grace towards each other. I hope Sloane falls in love with her sister. I hope Sloane feels proud to be an older sister and that she still feels loved enough by us. I really hope for wisdom and ...sleep. I hope that we can manage, I hope that I don't lose myself, I hope that when the baby comes, we all hold each other and can't believe how lucky we are.
In the spirit of that kind of hoping and in a sort of celebration for how amazing it has been to become a wife, mother and still remain myself, we got together one warm evening in Church Hill and took these photos with Kate of Betty Clicker, who by the way, is just wonderful.