I have never figured out how it happens... after years of trying... I blink my eye once in June and when I open them it's the end of September. Nearly 3 months have passed since I last wrote of life here at 1010 Rosebud. Nearly 3 months of giggles, tears, milestones, and thrown stones. Wasn't it only yesterday that Bella was bouncing high on Uncle Adam and Aunt Laura's trampoline? Somehow when she landed she was back in preschool and months away from carefree summer evenings. Time flies in the blink of an eye. And though it was never my intention to allow such a long lapse in writing about our lives, I must say that at least part of my absence was somewhat intentional. It occurred to me somewhere along the way that it was possible that my writing about my four little loves may actually be getting in the way of me actually being with them. My desire to capture every nuance of their lives became another "have to" that sapped at least some of the joy of just watching. Just listening. Just being.
