Joshua

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.