Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Lately, they are all I think about. When I fret about the house (see previous post), or a job, or money, or work, I remember, it doesn't matter anymore. I will sell all my worldly belongings, and move into a cheap, small, rented home, if that's what I would have to do to remain happy and with my kids. Luckily, as of now, I don't need to, but I could. What seems so counter-intuitive to many is that my kids are what help keep me stress free. I am in no way implying that these guys don't create stress for me, in a completely different way, but I am saying in the BIG scheme of things. When all is said and done. As long as I have my 3 boys, 4 if you count Matt, and 5 if you count 4.O, and they are all happy/healthy, then I am content. Better than content. Over the moon. Smiling. Happy. I've said it at least thrice before, nothing is more soothing to the soul than a newborn. A wonderful, fresh, untainted, miracle of a being, newborn.
Just writing about them makes me want to go sneak into their room, and climb into bed to cuddle with little Curty. And I just might. They are so beautiful. Oh, how my heart over flows.