And not because I’m sleep deprived. Word.
It’s like living a dream because here I am next to a bundle smaller than the watermelon in my fridge. I get to nuzzle her neck and suck on her cheeks and plant little kisses all over her head.
And in the other room is a little whir of energy and curiosity and a royal pain in my assets because he’s almost two and owning every second of it, but I don’t care because I’m going to love him for every second I can.
And in the other room is a growing weed of a boy who loves to laugh and run and give me kisses and calls me “mom” in the most awkward, halting way. And it leaves me speechless – his resilience, his salvation.
I never dreamed this is what life would be like. Messy and loud (noisy and lively, if you will). I yell. A lot. There are many tears and frustrations and fears abound. But, I wouldn’t trade any of it. Never.
I’m made for this. And I’m so thankful I’m here. And they’re here. Amen.