I don’t have a whole lot of words right now. This moment, right here, is one I’m breathing in. I know things are changing, for our family, for our kids, for us… and sometimes, just the knowing that change is coming is both scary and exhilarating.
Maybe because this moment is quiet…. I have a handsome little sleeping three-year-old next to me and a sleeping puppy in “her room” at the end of the bed, and with all the noise and commotion that’s been pulled out of the air around me, so my words have gone and joined that noise in flight.
I’m feeling calm and happy, and it’s almost a strange calm and happy because part of me knows that we’re not prepared fully, not ready. Do I have baby bottles yet? No. Do I have a changing pad or a rocking chair at the moment? No. Do I have a list that grows just as quickly as it gets checked off? Yes. Do we have an unending amount of love for our littles that’s bursting and ready to spread it’s ooey, gooey stickiness all over our newest addition? Absolutely. And I think that’s right where the calm entered in. With this third arrival that’s about to weave his threads through our family’s tight-knit bond, I know that not much is really needed besides love. Oh, the goodies will come. The fun little rompers and insanely soft blankets. The room-rearranging will get figured out and diapers and bibs and wipes will be at the ready. Maybe it will be later than “preferred” or just on time, but the love… we’re ready with the love, and armed with a list.