Reflecting before I’m a mom of 3

There’s a moment when the family shifts when you’re about to bring another kid into the mix. That moment where you step back and say, “wow so much has changed without anyone directing it.”

It took me by surprise about a week ago where I just sat there and watched Jude’s cute little self sleep. He had crawled up on the couch and like the big boy he is now, we were all busy doing something and he just put himself to bed. I sat there just soaking up the fact that he’s still my baby, always will be, but also isn’t going to be, according to the technical definition of the word, anymore.

Then there’s the teenage man that’s walking around my house on the daily. The one that went on an airplane by himself this past week to visit his Grandpa in CT. The last time we took that trip he was 5.

Hard to believe in just 2 weeks our whole world will change and a new life will be added to our beautiful chaotic existence and somehow it will fit and all workout as if it had always been that way. Thanking God for the quiet moments to appreciate the beauty of this family that we get to be part of. The result of the hard work that B and I have put in since day one. If you haven’t heard me say it lately, I’m absolutely obsessed with this life we’ve created and that God has given us. And grateful. Beyond grateful.