I was going to post this yesterday, but then things just got a little nuts around here.

Today was of course no different {what was I thinking?!} with me going back to work {the sabbatical is over :'(} and Eliza Jane getting diagnosed with a double ear infection {it was a close hijacking…}.

So anyway, here we are on Monday night, the day after Mother’s Day.  And I am reflecting.

We announced on Instagram and Facebook this evening that we are expecting baby #3 in late November.  Can you say, holy moley, three kids under 3?!, Batman?!  🙂

We are beyond blessed and thankful.  But I’m not going to lie and say that I’m not crazy nervous.  I am wildly nervous.

I had a talk with Jesus the night I took the test: “You say….you won’t give me more than I can handle.”

Apparently 1. He thinks we can handle 3 this close together in age and 2. He’s got a sense of humor, doesn’t He?!  Yes, indeedy, He does.

Just so y’all know, the test result was pretty immediate.  I didn’t tell Andrew I was taking the test…to which he later said, “A GOOD wife would have at least told her husband that she was TAKING A TEST!!!”

😀

We had a good laugh together that night.

 

So the reflecting thing.

I became a mom for the first time just two years ago.  Over the last two years, these are some of the things I have cherished the most:

• Waking up to a child’s singing
• Hearing “luh you, momma”
• The cry when I leave the room {though at times it can make it harder…}
• The wild laughter that comes from Daddy-son wrestle time
• The snuggles between a brother and a sister
• The crazy splashing that goes on during bath-time…I need my own towel most nights!
• Pushing each other on the “buggy” and the joy one little boy has doing it
• Watching him run down the sidewalk as we walk home from the neighborhood park
• Seeing him climb the ladder to the big slide for the first time, all by himself
• Kisses and hugs
• The joy on the face of a little sister when her big brother comes into the room
• The laughter from the backseat
• Watching her try her best to keep up with him {if only she could run!}
• “Hold {her} hand” when Reynolds wants to hold his sister’s hand
• The last bottle of the night, with little fingers intertwined into a hand-made blanket from my mom
• Hearing him say “Alpaca” just because he can say it
• Story/bed time in one big bed, all four of us
• Hearing him talk to Lily
• Big Red Barn “Bi Re Ban” – a favorite book
• Stepping on little block letters…
• The battle of brushing the teeth {this almost always requires a strait-jacket}
• Requesting another kiss or another hug before he goes to sleep
• Watching them grow and learn, discovering every day new things that they can do
• “Giza” then “Gi-Jane” and now “Gi-ja Jane”

To the moms and the aunts {especially mine}, the grandmothers {and those I’ve adopted to be such}, the friends and those reading this blog whom I’ve not met yet….Happy Mother’s Day to you.   It’s an incredible gift and no small task to raise a child {or two or three…}, whether your own or someone else’s.  To love, to cherish and to sacrifice are the greatest blessings when done for one of these little ones.