A Promise of Photos

I'm still here. (How many times have I started a post that way? Many.) It's just that time gets away on me as life is very full.
I think that life is the fullest that we have experienced it yet. Nevertheless, it is still extremely peaceful. Somehow we have been able to find the time to have people to dinner, bake muffins, keep the house in order and give an NFP talk (baby in hand!). I mention this not to provide some sort of list of accomplishments, but to bear testimony to the goodness of God and His peace. The peace in my heart and in our household is rooted in God, in His order and in that we are trying to stay within that order.
I wasn't feeling this way last Fall.
But thanks to an excellent spiritual director (Madonna House) and the healing that came hand in hand with his direction, I am doing wonderfully. I feel like I am far more present than ever before to my vocation as a wife and mother and to the present moment. In the words of one good friend, I am embracing the now.
I could write about a few things: like my deletion of my Facebook account; or Isaac's excellent sleeping habits (he's channelling his godparents' babies); or Advent being almost upon us; or the dead silence with which I was greeted when I booked Jacob's eye appointment and I mentioned that we had had another baby; or the joys of running again (although I'm bracing my knee in the hope that the little twinge doesn't become a full-out injury); or the fact that on my third run I was whistled at for the first time in my life (I almost fell down laughing).
But, the baby has been asleep for almost two hours and he's going to be hungry, Dave will be home soon, which means I better be dressed to run, and supper needs to be put in the oven.
So, that's where I'll leave you.
But, I'll be back with photos as the camera is charging on the counter and proof of Isaac's growth must be posted.