Can you believe it’s already June? June! The year is almost halfway over. In a mere two months, I will have four—Lord, have mercy, four!—children.

In spite of that impending reality and the incredible discomfort that is pregnancy, I have much to be grateful for. And since it’s the first Friday of the month, here’s a smattering of what I’ve noticed in the past weeks:

802. Doug walked down to Honore this morning and brought back pain au chocolate; a yummy, flaky apple-turnover-type thing; and a rhubarb galette that is just dreamy.

806. It’s Friday: library day.

809. Friends who are willing to do dirty work—like put up insulation and help you sort (and toss) your junk.

812. Barbecue chicken pizza.

813. My church.

824. A quiet house: Doug and Jack are biking, and Jane is napping.

825. Birdsong.

826. Good food to eat.

827. A dear husband who prepares the good food to eat.

833. The kids and I finished reading Rapunzel’s Revenge—again. I love how much they love it.

837. The way my daughter runs, her little legs pumping, her feet slapping the ground, makes me happy.

851. Little girl hugs.

858. Lilac blossoms.

865. Lark Rise to Candleford, which I’ve just discovered and have fallen for. But then, I’m always a sucker for character-driven period pieces.

869. I am not having triplets.

870. Or quads.

877. Last night, Jack asked, “What’s junk food?” Reminds me of the time, a year and a half ago now, when he asked, “What’s McDonald’s?”

893. Picking up a dear friend at the airport last night. After five years, she’s home to stay.

910. My children’s faces.

915. The new Seattle Public Library iPhone app.

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