I keep thinking that maybe, some day, having a little girl might feel more normal to me. The excitement and wonder will wear off just a bit. I just always thought I would be the Mom Of Boys. My previous blog was even titled, House of Boys, for crying out loud. I didn’t predict girly pink things in my future. Which would have been totally okay because I love my boys. I really, really do.
(Except when they are jumping on my furniture.)
(Or tracking in mud.)
(Then, my love, is questionable.)
Enter the $13.00 dirty, cobwebby, cradle from the Salvation Army.
I love my life. It’s bigger and better and more beautiful than I ever imagined or dreamed.