Happy to be Here

We stay up late giving breathing treatments and talking Jacob through scary coughing fits. We get up in the middle of the night to make sure they aren't cold. We get to pay cash for our next baby because we don't have maternity coverage. (Fact: We are so happy with our current health insurance situation, that is not a complaint!)

Projects at home never get done. We are listening to the same 4 songs everytime we get in the car so that Jacob will learn the words in time for the church Christmas program. We stop at the store for diapers. Last week, we got to pay a many thousands truck repair bill.

Tony works long hours, many nights he works late. Weekends too, sometimes. We grocery shop on a small budget, don't have cable, and spend every dollar twice.

We repeat ourselves constantly to the kids, always have an audience when we go to the bathroom, and usually have a small boy in our bed by 6:30 every morning. Or earlier. And he's wide awake.

The garage needs to be cleaned out, so do our drawers, and there are cobwebs in some high corners in the living room. Always always things need to be done, never never is there enough time.

We get short on patience, long on selfishness, we want things, we get discontent, we forget how good we have it.

A tiny girl walking everywhere, talking all the time, smiling, laughing, making us laugh. A big boy, always digging in the dirt, always hammering, always admiring his daddy, saying smart things, dreaming about school, precious and dirty and darling.

Amid the bills, the frustrations, the long hours, the lack of time, Tony turns to me and says, "I love our life." Crazy as it is sometimes, I do too.