These Are Days

As always, there is so much going on right now.

Painting the inside of our house, having new hardwood floors installed, hand washing a tremendous number of dishes, wrapping up several work-related projects before I start maternity leave, preparing for the arrival of a new baby.

Then there's raising our 2.5-year old triplets.

And updating my blog when I should be sleeping.

On top of it all, this afternoon, I received a call from my boss and was asked to ponder an amazing opportunity that would involve relocation, once I return from maternity leave. The possibilities for our family could be great and considering I only work "part-time" I am tremendously flattered that they even thought of me.

It's huge. For me. For Charlie. For all of us.

Doesn't it figure. Just when we think we have things sorted out and spend a small fortune on new floors.

So while I sat and thought about what we are going to do with the rest of our lives, I started to get emotional. Because I'm about to have a new baby. And although I am starting to feel more and more uncomfortable with my pregnancy - I don't want for it to be over. And although there are times that our children drive me absolutely insane, I don't want for them to grow up. Not just because I think they are so cute right now, which they are, but because I'm afraid of them being hurt as they venture away from me and out in to the world.

I want to freeze frame our lives, right now. Minus my terribly puffy feet and legs. Add in a working dishwasher and a house that is no longer "under construction."

I want to send healing to so many families, on this very night, that are mourning the loss of their child ... like my neighbor's daughter who lost her battle to breast cancer, this morning.

And I want to send strength to people who are praying with every ounce of their being that their child is spared ... like the McConathy's ... who have lost two of their triplets and are in need of a miracle to heal their baby son, Jaxon.

I'm thinking about how blessed and lucky we are, that we are parents to these amazing children - who had a rough start - but are growing in to the most incredible little people.

Right before our very eyes.

I can already see that the trash can no longer holds the same appeal as it did a mere week ago. And it's bittersweet. Because although I know our children will grow up, and our new baby will eventually have to find his way out of me (which I prefer not to ponder the logistics), I am absolutely savoring these days.

They are all we have and thus far, they are the best days of our lives.