The difference between a "couple" and a "family" is one.
One sweet pea to bring home.
One is the difference between being a wife and a mother. One is the difference between being a husband and a daddy. Oh how I'd love to change my title, our title.
...one more mouth to feed; one more reason to not sleep through the night; one more worry; one more responsibility. I know. ...but you can't change my heart.
My love and desire for a little one (our little one) laying on my chest, or curled up on my lap, overshadows any anxiety or worry about parenthood.
Autumn walks, decorating pumpkins, and dressing up. Snow angels, hot cocoa and 3 stockings hanging up. Wagon rides and flower picking. Running around in the rain. Swinging and sliding and climbing, summertime popsicles and sprinkler fun.
Bedtime routines, tooth brushing, bath time, pajama dancing, reading, singing and late-night snuggles. Brushing hair off their forehead and kissing their soft cheeks and nose.
Watching their face as they learn something new or stand in amazement over something seemingly simplistic.
I think about how their daddy would dearly love them and hug them and teach them all sorts of things.
I think about how, if something happens to my love someday, I'll have a little piece of him -- maybe with his crazy hair and smiling eyes and sense of humor.
I really want to share something special.
Just one, please, God.