Peter is 3!

Here's the thing about kids.  They're exhausting.  They're difficult.  They talk too much.  They don't ever let YOU talk.  They wake up too early.  They don't understand reason.  Or sharing.  They're a shit-ton of work.

But they're addicting.  And fascinating.  And so very beautiful.

I simply cannot believe my baby turns 3 today.  How did that happen?  How did three entire years pass since he entered this world and forever changed mine?

To say I'd love another baby is a complete understatement.  I wish my pregnancies weren't so complicated and that I wasn't such a worrier.  Under other, better circumstances, I'd jump at having a fourth.  But I would be lying if I said that, even after a fourth, I'd admit to being totally done.

I read this article today that puts so much of how I feel into words… The Last One

Today I celebrate my sweet, feisty, funny, beautiful little last.  I thank God he's mine and ours and I can honestly say I have loved every single minute he's been here.

Happy birthday, little love.  The world is yours.