So Much Love To Give

If Mike and I were wealthy or even in less debt and I were physically up to it I'm pretty sure we wouldn't have stopped at 2 kids. I think we would have had a handful more. Most of my time the rational part of my brain keeps that feeling at bay assuring me 2 is the perfect number. However, I feel that way every time Mike adds another feature to the playground out back. I feel that way every time I have a group of kids running and playing through my house for an event. I feel that way every time one of my friends announces they're pregnant. I feel that way every time Mike builds something out of Legos with Isaac or dances with Riley.

Today my Mom was babysitting her neighbors' 4mo old and she ended up spending the day with us. I felt that way today. Where does the time go? Miss Loo was so tiny in my arms. I had forgotten what a 4mo old felt like nestled in your arms. It was my pleasure to hold her most of the time she was here today. I had started to talk myself down mainly by remembering how much work potty training is when Mike came home.

I passed her to him with instructions to give her a bounce to help her tummy. He sang and bounced and spoke to her so sweetly it was heartwarming to see. She's a very sweet girl and Mike never talks to children like they are less than people. I've always loved that about him. It was sad to say goodbye, but a relief too. We've always said someday when ours have left the nest we'd adopt. It's a distant future kind of dream. I hope we're older and wiser and much more financially stable then.