"At the end of the day I am more tired now than when I was pregnant!"
I was speaking to a friend in her 40s like me who is enchanted with the thought of having another baby. Her two kids are school age.
It was about two years ago that we discovered we were pregnant--unintentionally. Initially, I struggled to accept that I was going to have to care for another kid rather than celebrating that I get to raise another child. God spoke a message of encouragement directly to me and immediately the Holy Spirit changed me from the inside out. I was a happy pregnant woman!
But that little bundle of boy wears me out! My five senses are perpetually piqued to anticipate his every move. Regularly my arms are given a workout toting his 28-pound frame. Mentally I toil in preparation for excursions away from our home trying not to miss anything needed for him, inevitably forgetting something needed for me.
Even still I would not change one thing. I love seeing the world through his eyes. I love seeing our older kids loving seeing the world through his eyes. God made Story so that he fits right in with the Webbs. He gets us. He knows he's one of us. He belongs.
But that little bundle of boy wears me out! My five senses are perpetually piqued to anticipate his every move. Regularly my arms are given a workout toting his 28-pound frame. Mentally I toil in preparation for excursions away from our home trying not to miss anything needed for him, inevitably forgetting something needed for me.
Even still I would not change one thing. I love seeing the world through his eyes. I love seeing our older kids loving seeing the world through his eyes. God made Story so that he fits right in with the Webbs. He gets us. He knows he's one of us. He belongs.
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