We’re just 2 weeks away from celebrating their sixth year. That sounds like such a big grown-up number, so far away from the preemie 3 pound bundles. It’s around this time that the sentimental cloud returns – I start reliving memories of my month in the hospital prior to their birth, remembering people who were such an encouragement along the way, and becoming overwhelmed with the magnitude that they are still miraculously here and healthy.
We’ve hit such a sweet spot in life.
They can still fit on my lap.
They love to be read to.
They can do so many things on their own, but they still need their mama.
They can play independently and play well with each other more often than not.
They sleep at least 10 hours.
They think I’m a good “cooker”.
They are teachable, yet teach me so much.
They still say things that make me roll with laughter.
They can sing their hearts out without inhibition.
They laugh at my jokes at least 1/2 of the time.
They still think I’m beautiful.
They love being daddy’s boys.
They are quick to forgive.
Perhaps this is just the beginning of the sixes??? Regardless, I’m basking in this sweet spot, and reminding myself how good it is amidst the daily struggles. Perhaps a rough stage is just around the corner, but thank God there are some breaks in between, where we can gain perspective and regain strength for whatever lies ahead.
Thankful for these final sweet days of the fives and the four boys that make my life so full.