Let's Try This Again

I've done this before, you know. The whole blog thing...except back then I was planning a wedding. That's far more exciting than my day to day life now. Now, I am a married stay-at-home mom of a 2 year old little boy. And I keep 3 toddlers during the week. And I am trying to start my own business. Well I guess when you put it down on paper it isn't quite so boring, is it?

About the husband...He's cute. He can be a royal pain in the you-know-what, but he's cute. Some how in all of my years of knowing parts of his family, specifically his sister and cousins, I never met him. Then we got to high school. He was two years ahead of me, played basketball, and from what I remember, was rather quiet. Looks can be deceiving. Then, about 9 years ago tragedy struck and someone we both knew and loved was taken away from us too soon. We were grieving for our friend, but we were also grieving for our best friends. They happened to be brother and sister and the younger siblings of our sweet friend who now watches over all of us. We held their hands while they cried, we helped them drink their sorrows away, temporarily, and in the midst of it all there was a spark. He was gentle and caring. He was shy and had a slight glimmer of a rebel. We dated briefly, but we weren't ready. Life had more in store for us first. I always told my mother that I would marry someone that I already knew. I didn't know who it was, but I knew that I knew him. We were married in September of 2009 after being reunited after only 10 months. It hasn't been easy. What part of real life is? But he sure is cute.

Now the 2 year old little boy is the definition of cute. It helps that he looks just like his daddy. He is our miracle. There were times during my pregnancy that we weren't sure if he was going to make it here. And he wouldn't have been the first. He was six weeks early and the biggest baby in the NICU for an entire 8 days. They were the longest 8 days of my life, but nothing compared to the mothers I saw while we were there. I was blessed to have been able to stay in the hospital with him. Everyday I watched as mothers would come to feed and hold their little miracles and my heart would break when they would say goodbye and go home for the day. I always think about those babies and their mothers and wonder where they are now. My teenie tiny baby is now a massive 2 year old who never stops talking and has no idea what personal space is. He is curious and mischievous and sensitive. He worships the ground his daddy walks on and has a firm grip on my heart...and sometimes my last nerve.

So there you go. There is my heart and soul. Like I said, I've done this before. Let's see how I do this time around...