Perspective

I was reading through blog posts of yore last night, and I came across this little gem as well as this bittersweet post.

I'll let you take a sec to read them.  I'll wait.  No seriously, go ahead, read them.

Ok, so I just have to say that a lot of what I was worried about came true...Carter didn't really understand what was going on when Jack showed up.  He did have to grow up faster than I would have liked.  I do have to split my time, and there were more days that first year than I care to admit when I was still in my pajamas (and still hadn't brushed my teeth) when Mr. C got home from work.  Between conflicting nap schedules, feeding schedules, or because someone always seemed to be sick, we didn't get out much, and a mental breakdown always seemed to lurk in the shadows of laundry piles waiting to pounce.  BUT, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and I could have never foreseen was how much joy, love, laughter, discipline (good discipline...like self discipline), and perspective Jack would bring to the table.  Our little family and just life in general is so much better because he is here.  SO much better.  He is just awesome.

Our family is so blessed.  My heart is so full.  I love both my precious boys so much, and I can't imagine one without the other.  2 under 2 was no cake walk, but it certainly wasn't the unbearable nightmare I envisioned.  In fact, now that they are older and we are on the other side of the baby days (pretty soon, I won't even have ONE under two...sniff. sniff.), I just love how close they are in age, because they are each other's best friend.  I might even venture to say it has been a dream come true for this stay-at-home mom.  Ok, not when they are fighting, but the rest of the time, it's pretty great! :)