Nostalgia

 Last night as I was cutting up pineapple & cantelope, and rinsing strawberry after strawberry in preparation for Logan & Jack's third birthday today, I listened to this song, and, as usual, it made me cry. 

  These boys-- they are just such a precious gift.  

 Finding myself near the anniversary of their birth reminds me of this even more than usual.

 I remember being pregnant, laying in bed, just praying, begging, that I would stay pregnant long enough and they would survive. 

Then, before I knew it, they were here, and I had the awesome responsibility of keeping them alive.  And I've done it.

For three years I have fed, held, comforted and rocked these amazing boys. 
How lucky am I?

 And now there are only three weeks left until we welcome a third son into our family. 
I have only a handful of days left being just Logan & Jack's mommmy. 

My, how time flies...