“A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.” -Marion C. Garretty
The other day, the girls and I rolled out a large blanket and enjoyed a sweet snack under a shady tree. It was one of those perfect summer days where the sun was so warm and the breeze was just right and my girls were giggling and playing with each other and I remember thinking, “This is one of those Summers I hope we remember always.” Our first with our sweet little peach. We traveled such a hard road to get here, to meet her, to get to know her sweet spirit. It feels like a lifetime ago and just yesterday all at once that we were struggling through losses and hormone treatments, hoping one day we would finally bring her earthside and make our family a little more complete.
Watching her grow through each stage has been such a light in our lives. She puts a smile on all of our faces even on the messiest, most difficult days, and with three kids you can guarantee that there are plenty of those to go around.
When we decide to expand our families sometimes we may question ourselves or worry “What if I cannot love another child the way I love my first?”. Maybe it’s because the love we have for that tiny person feels so huge we don’t think our hearts can handle more or maybe we feel as though we are not enough but now that I’ve welcomed this third little one to the mix I can say for certain that our love as mothers is limitless. Each child brings their own story, their own gifts, their own challenges. Each one fits so perfectly into our little hive. Each one fits so perfectly into our hearts.
When I was watching them play on that blanket together, gratitude flooded my heart. There is so much beauty in the simple little moments of our everyday life.
Witnessing our children love on each other, seeing how perfectly the journey unfolds.