My little boys are getting ready to turn three. Yes, THREE! I cannot believe how the time has flown. One minute I was a cranky, impatient parent to be, wondering when in the world we would get word from Guatemala that we could finally go and pick them up…and then the next minute, I’m watching both boys run and play and start to talk and do all sorts of things that healthy toddlers do.
A lot of things have happened since those boys finally came home to join our family. There are days when our entire household erupts into complete chaos, only to be outdone by the earthquake/tsunami combos you see in the news. There are days when I think I can’t possibly find the time to smear peanut butter onto bread, and there are days when I wonder if I’ll ever see the bottom of our mountain of laundry (probably not soon anyway).
But most of all, there are happy days. Days when I can’t even remember when those little boys weren’t a part of our family. Now, it seems like they have always been here, like our family was just waiting for them to arrive.
Happy Birthday, Jadon and Jordan! You have brought so much to our family, and we count the blessings you have brought us every single day—even when you are writing on the walls or trying to flush little cars down the toilet. I never thought I would gleefully retrieve objects from the toilet, but you boys have made that possible!
I think of all the kids in the world who don’t have a family. And I think of all the families in the world who would love to have kids just like ours. And I know how lucky we are.
Yes, it’s crazy. It’s hectic. It flies by in a whirlwind most days, but it’s good. It’s a good, good life.