The day when all the family has departed and the new normal starts.
I remember being so overwhelmed when this stage began after Chicklet's birth. Learning to juggle two on my own, all day, was very daunting. But I'm so happy to report that adding a third seems like, well, no big deal.
Now, don't get me wrong--it's still three human beings to care for (after a c-section). Three human beings under the age of three-and-a-half, I might add. Yikes. And perhaps God just gave me a relatively low-key day to ramp up and build some false confidence.
But honestly, I just feel like, at this stage, crazy is my norm. Loud is the volume of my life. And my three babes already seem like they've been together and with me for always.
So basically, I'm so grateful not to feel overwhelmed on this day, of all days. And I can't wait to see how the next weeks and months shape up as we navigate the inevitable ups and downs. The good, bad and ugly is all precious and fleeting. And I wouldn't trade it for the world.
(For the record, I didn't ask the girls to jump in and pose [shocking, I know!]. They just go where the action--and their brother--is. In fact, I was lucky to snag a solo shot of him before the invasion and chalkboard-snatching, and I'm guessing it will be like that every week, ha.)
Happy Monday, peeps!
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