At times it was crazy, noisy, messy and hair-raising; my body was sore from constantly picking up, putting down or holding one child or another; I was spit up on probably a gazillion times; the children argued with each other, and on one occasion K slugged her big brother M in the eye with a block...on purpose. I haven't been so exhausted in a long, long time. I thought I would go nuts at times and there were times I couldn't wait to go to work in the mornings. So with all of this, you could probably imagine that after 3 weeks, I'd be relieved to have my life back to normal and that I'd be happy to have my house quiet again.
However, although the quiet is nice for a time, I'm finding that I miss them like crazy! Because amidst all of the craziness, it was wonderful having them here. I would take that any day to have them here with me. The giggles; the cuddles; the hugs and kisses; hearing the excited chorus of "Lizzy!!" when I came home from work; holding a tiny hand in mine; being a hero for doing something small; dressing up like ballerina princesses or going on pirate adventures;
singing primary songs; seeing the joy and excitement on my nephew's face when I helped him play a song on the piano; holding my 4-month old nephew close while feeding him or having a squealing conversation because he was so happy; and having one of them randomly run up and give me a hug and tell me "I love you Lizzy."
It's all these precious moments that make everything else worth it. How beautiful it is to have a family. Things like these make me so excited to one day be a mom and have my own little angels.
