It presses and pushes us to go farther, live deeper, see the dreams become reality. It keeps us from folding in tough situations and gives us the strength to walk faster, go longer.
For years I have wanted a third baby. I've seen their face and felt as if I was missing something, someone. I tried to push it aside, but it stayed and often had me in tears, that this person, I felt so strongly, wouldn't get to be. They would be an idea, a dream, a hope, but never realized. I wrote about yearning for a baby and many of you responded. I was encouraged, but also not hopeful. I had resigned to the realization that we would always be a family of four.
What a wonderful, delightful, fabulous family it has become. My children are full of joy, love, and adventure. They are wild and always ready to go for the next journey. They've dealt well with their gypsy parents and we have enjoyed every moment with them.
Then, when it was way past the time of longing or hope. When everything was settled and we had reached the rhythm of living, we found that our family of four would really be a family of five. My first thought was absolute excitement that this person would get to be! I knew they were supposed to exist and now they are.
Then fear has followed swiftly, threatening at times to rob me of my joy. Are we really ready. Oh my goodness, we're going to have another baby. It feels crazy and scary and wonderful all at once.
We are so far from the stage of having little people. Our kids are practically adults. Okay, they're going to be five and seven, but they need so little from me. They have become my best friends and now we are not just rocking the boat, we are throwing a bomb right into the middle.
I don't know how it is going to look to be a family of five, but I know that it is going to be awesome. I know that our children will all be loved, adored, valued, and wanted.
I can't believe I'm carrying my third and definitely my last baby, but I am so excited to them to be here. To welcome them and to see the dynamic joy
they bring to our lives.
Hope, it whispers in our ear. It murmurs secrets and then, it keeps it's promise and makes all things good.
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