Wednesday, July 13, 2011

loving three....

After giving birth to Luke, and they wheeled me into my room.  I remember sitting in bed, his little hospital baby bed beside me...  And feeling peace.  Quiet, peace.  Contentment.  That my heart and life were full.

[I told the nurse about it and she told me it was an after effect of the epidural.]

And this morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table, eating my cereal and peeking in on three boys watching cartoons together.  And that same feeling swept over me.  How I love my three.  How my life and heart feel utterly full and complete.  Peaceful.  How lucky we are to have our little family (plus a bonus boy).  How utterly blessed I am.

And then I find my sweet little bonus boy in the middle of the dining room table.  How he got there with all the chairs pushed in is a mystery.  Sitting there, eating a glue stick.  With Doc's GeoTrax control on GoAllTheWayFast!  Poor Doc on the floor laying on his side... driving nowhere.  And he was smiling.  Happy.  Knowing he wasn't supposed to be there.  But happy to be up where the big people go.  He so wants to be big and be where we all are (right now, in particular, sitting on all big chairs...  where he got the idea that we like to sit in the middle of the dining room table eating glue... I'm not sure.  Maybe he's spending too much time with Aunt Erin....who used to eat chapstick when she was small....). 

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