When Spencer was born he came home to a beautiful nursery, decorated to the nines, new furniture, freshly washed clothes, and high expectations of a perfect family. Reality set in and I learned how hard life with a newborn is, something no one can prepare you for. I also learned what true happiness and success meant. My heart was there, in my arms, my whole world and I now was tasked with loving, protecting, and guiding him. But most importantly loving him.
Two years later Lincoln was born. And while his nursery was decorated and the prep work was done, the expectations were adjusted. His crib had teeth marks from the brother that slept their before. The arms of his rocker gently worn from many nights gone by. His clothes while washed and fresh, bore the markings of another tiny body that our grew them way to quickly. But this time, those slight imperfections meant more to me than the newest and the best baby products. Because I knew he needed nothing more than diapers, food, and love. And those three things were easy to provide. Especially the love.
And now we wait for Baby Number 3. The crib is still occupied by Brother #2, along with the changing table and rocker. The nursery now holds the computer and spare bed for guests. We haven't yet decided on where everyone will sleep when the baby arrives. I haven't thought about washing clothes, buying diapers, or paint colors. All I want this baby to know is love, that I know we can give.
So what I've learned is to let go and love. The details don't matter and will long be forgotten, but the smiles, laughter, and love will remain.
I've also learned:
Shirts are optional, regardless of the signs at businesses:
Your focus is a force to be reckoned with and will carry you far:
Your daddy is our foundation and will ensure we know nothing but love:
It's OK if you love him some days more than me, in fact, it's good:
Dirty hands mean you have had a good day:
You can never have to many pictures of this:
I married a really handsome man:
