First we were two. Figuring out how this equation of 1+1 worked. Then we were three, and no one slept for a whole year. We weren’t sure we’d make it.
The news came that we would be four and we rejoiced for 10 weeks, until it was no longer to be. The news came again two months later and there was happiness but also understandable trepidation as we walked through the next nine months. Then suddenly and finally we were four. There never seemed to be enough hands or enough time. Our days were filled with laugher and screams and more messes than I could have ever predicted.
I don’t know what awaits us. Will we be five? How will we do it? The minions will outnumber the wranglers. Mama won’t have a hand for each anymore. We won’t be a nice round figure anymore. But I think I want to find out.
Day 2
View: My Life as a Landscape
Day 18
Taste and See That the Lord is Good
Day 20
Pursuing Peace, Expecting Joy
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