Goodbye Happy Tuesdays!

We have had a tradition in our home, called "Happy Tuesdays."  Tuesday is the day of the week where the whole day usually has no plans.  Just Mama home with the babies.  Enjoying fun things, playing together, going on outings, making crafts, doing something outside.  Just laid back fun.  No pressure, no agenda.  

Tomorrow starts the beginning of a whole new season in our lives.  Tomorrow I start working full-time.  My feelings are mixed.  We've been planning for the change for a few months now, so nothing abrupt or hasty.  Up to this point my hours have been slim, initially when Marshal was born I only worked Fridays, then as the boys have been born, grown, my hours have been slowly increasing, until LAST week I worked my last part-time week of 16 hours.  

I've never been a full-time SAHM.  But my time has always be MOSTLY at home.  I've been quite outspoken about how important that is.  In fact I idealized it and maybe even idolized  it a tad.  Maybe wore it as a bit of a parenthood badge, and if I'm REALLY honest was even a little judgmental of people who's lives weren't set up that way.   Well isn't it just like God to shake up our ideals that rely on ourselves instead of Him.  

So here we are, now feeling that God is leading us into a new season where I'm working more.  And most days I'm very excited about the change.  However, some days I have a little bit of a heavy heart.  So in remembrance of "Happy Tuesdays" I wanted to wallow, just for one post, on the beauty that has been in the season up until now, or well, tomorrow.   Sappy I know, but once again I'm pulling the my blog/my party/I'll-cry-if-I-want-to card.  And then I'll move on.  Move on with the amazing things that are ahead.  The amazing season we're stepping into. 

So here are some pictures of things I'll miss from Happy Tuesdays:

Spending the day in yoga pants.

Dropping off Marshal at preschool and going on a coffee-date with THIS handsome boy.

Playing for hours (literally) at our favorite park.

 Seeing THIS happy face when I pick him up at school.

Crafts.

Naps.

Sleepy swings.

I love my boys.  Oh man do I ever.  So I'm remembering the season of part-time with joy and thankfulness.  But I'm also looking ahead with joy and thankfulness.  I'm thankful for my sweet boys.  I'm thankful for Miss Jodi, who loves and cares for my boys so deeply.  I'm thankful for my church, where my husband works a flexible schedule, and is able to pick up Marshal from school, and have Fridays/Saturdays off.  I'm thankful for my dad (Papa) who also faithfully spends time weekly with the boys... all three kids under four, yes he is amazing.  I'm thankful for an education that has helped me find a ridiculously amazing job.  I'm thankful for a job like no other - in an economy like no other.  I'm thankful for the things we've learned, in the seasons we've lived.  I don't take a day for granted.  (Pictures from our last "Happy Tuesday.")

And starting this week we will be having "HAPPY FRIDAYS"  instead.