Loving Each Other...

I'm not sure I really shared with people the sheer terror in my body when I found out I was going to have two kids only 21 months apart. It was not part of our "plan" and we, by nature, are the "planning type." There I stood, staring at my 13 month old with two lines on a pregnancy stick...I was shaking and started to cry. I feel like I want to apologize to Tommy as he will someday read this, but it really was my first, honest reaction. On day #1. Over the next 9 months, I started to get used to the idea. The fear was still always in my mind, but I tried to stay calm and practical and take advice (good and bad) and brace myself for all hell to break loose. Tommy came...all hell did not break loose. My 10 hours of sleep a night did stop but come on...who needs it.
It's been the most active, busy and hardest-working year of my life. But it's all been worth it. People ask me now if I could have done it differently, would I have. I say, "No way." It was perfect for us. Lucy was too young to really understand what was going on. Tommy was a dream infant. It was pretty uneventful.
This morning I was driving the kid's home from Lucy's school. I heard them giggling together and turned around to see what was going on. They each had their arms stretched out to each other and they were holding hands and smiling.
Greatest moment #563.