|From Be Strong and Courageous|
Just 10 months ago this minute, we were blessed with a son.
10 months old.
By 10 months, Oceana was walking, jabbering a bit, and eating her own foods.
And today, we're expecting a 3rd, without the 2nd present. It doesn't feel right. I should be paranoid about the prospect of a new-walker and a new-born.
But instead I feel confident that my preschooler is potty trained and I'll only have one in diapers.
I wish I had two in diapers and another potty trained.
I wish I had to think about finding size 1 boys clothes.
I wish I had to juggle three.
I do juggle three, one's in my heart, one's in my tummy, and one's in my arms.
It take a lot of juggling to do that.
Today someone (who doesn't know us very well) said, "Oh, three years apart! That's a nice break!"
No. I'd prefer 21 and 15 month breaks, actually.
I miss you my handsome boy.