Picnic for Two!

I ran downstairs the other day to get something from my craft area. I'd forgot to shut down the computer so the screensaver was on and I glanced over to catch a picture of Owen when he was just 2 months old. I stood and watched a little longer to see pictures of Owen's first year. I cried thinking how that sweet little baby is no longer so little. Owen has made lots of new friends in our neighborhood this year. I'm so glad because he was really socially isolated. 

But now it seems he always playing with some friend and with work, taking care of Emma, or doing housework I've really missed spending time with him. I realized his time with me being the center of his world is running short so I've started to look for those opportunities to spend time with Owen. So one Saturday afternoon while Barry was still at work and Emma was sleeping, Owen and I had a little picnic in our backyard with peanut butter sandwiches, string cheese, and apple slices, nothing special but we sure had a special time together and that's what matters.

I'm getting to that point where I'm having to evaluate everything I do (even crafts which I decided I am going to buy on Etsy and eBay for now on because I am such an perfectionist) as being worthwhile and meaningful in my life right now. It feels that all the prayer, waiting, and uncertainty we faced for years to have children would be all in vain if I don't take more care in choosing what's the best use of my time while Emma and Owen are still at home.