I was thinking, as I prepared for my wisdom teeth to be removed, arranging care for the boys and playdates to fill the time where I would not be available to them, that I am still amazed that I am a stay-at-home mom.
I am so grateful that I am the one to care for them.
I am so grateful that I am their mom.
They are exhausting. They are frustrating. They are hard work.
But they are worth it.
Sleepless nights, constant discipline, never ending laundry.
It's all part of the dream.
Everyday I wake up knowing that from sun up to sun down, I get to be there. I get to hug away tears, instill morals and witness moments. Two and a half years in, and I am still humbled by God's plan for me to be home.
Watching Wyatt as he has said goodbye to Josh on a handful of occasions, I am forever grateful that I will never have to leave him. When that bottom lip comes out... oh there is nothing sadder! I remember leaving the twins. I remember the tears, missing nap time and wishing I was the one holding them.
Now I am.
And it still feels miraculous.
I am thankful to God for this plan for my life.
I am thankful to my mom for instilling in me the desire to be a stay-at-home mom,
and for being the best example I have seen.
But most of all, I am thankful to Josh for being the supportive, loving partner that he is,
and allowing me the privilege of being home, raising our beautiful sons.