We had our fourth baby back in November. She was 9 days late, 9 pounds, and perfect. She is exactly what we wanted, exactly what we needed, and when people ask me how we are doing, I tell them we are overwhelmed and underwater. We have no clue what we are doing and often look at each other at the end of the day and wonder how we got to where we are. We wipe butts, clean the house, check homework, break up fist fights, drink way too much coffee, talk through crushes and friend drama, drive to activities, and then go to bed and do it all over again. Oh, also the baby doesn’t like to breastfeed, so I pump in between half of those, and then clean lipstick off of my 3-year-old in between the other ones. We don’t have it all together — quite honestly, we don’t have any of it together. But you know what, I don’t really care.

There isn’t enough time in the day. So much to do, so little time. Let me do that real quick. Hurry up!

These are all things that we have probably found ourselves saying a time or two (or even everyday). The constant feeling of hurry is something that we have become accustomed to in our everyday life.

We have never had much money. We got married when I was 21 and still in college, and then kids followed soon after. We have always had everything that we needed, but there were many years that we didn’t have much, if any, disposable income.

Summer is already coming to an end around here. Because of that, I know I am feeling all the feels, but also I am trying to be intentionally reflective about the past couple of months. I’ve tried to give myself space over the past week to sit with these few questions before the school year begins.

A few weekends ago we loaded the kids up and drove 4 hours to Savannah for the weekend. It was such a good trip, and honestly I think it is one of my favorite places that we have been with our whole family.

8 years ago when I was pregnant with my first baby, in the midst of trying to process the new season of life that was inevitably moving closer, I started a blog. It was during the time when everyone had a blog, but most blogs didn’t have a clear direction, just people’s ramblings and inspirations about different things. This is when I started to realize my love for writing, documenting, and creating.