We live in a funny culture where everyone applauds you as the 'perfect family' when you manage to crank out one of each. And if you happen to have two of one, the only obvious reason to have another is to give it one more shot. What a funny people we are.
Here's the honest truth though.
I love having three boys in this house and that I get to be the only girl to hold their affection in this season of life.
I love that Emmett now has a brother to do life, so much so that it almost makes me tear up. I pray that God bonds their hearts to Him and each other so tightly and that they have many exciting years of adventures together.
I love that God saw fit to give us two little men to raise and send out into the world. This broken place needs more servant leaders who love and reflect Jesus to everyone they meet.
I love that they have such an insanely wonderful, grace-filled, adoring man for their dad. Jesus, let them watch and learn and someday love their families just as well.
I love that we get to do loud and messy and mud and adventure and testosterone for the next 18 years, no matter how many times my patience will be tested.
Adam most especially -- that someday God has plans for a little redheaded mini me to join the family. Or maybe we have a little girl that is meant to be part of our family from somewhere here in our state or China or some other corner of the world. Or maybe just maybe we end up with one glorious houseful of boys. Right now we just don't know. . .
But if we happen to be 'the boy family', please don't pity us. Because when I think of what a treasure my sweet husband is to me, I can't help but be so incredibly grateful for the mama that raised him into the man that he is. She blesses me everyday through the love and life she poured out as a boys mama and I feel humbled and honored that I can hopefully do the same.