and watch her while she sleeps.
Two days ago marked the end of an era for us,
an end to babies.
First there were our own three,
each of them remarkable,
full of fun and curiosity and determination.
Then those three grew up,
met some pretty amazing partners,
and started having babies of their own.
Three boys from daughter number one –
one, two, three.
Three boys from daughter number two –
one, two, three.
Loud, rough-and tumble,
some more than others –
wonderful promise of sturdy men to come.
Then, just one month after that last boy,
our boy and his wife had a GIRL.
And nearly four years and one miscarriage later,
And now, they tell me, they are done.
Their family is complete.
Will I live to see great-grandbabies?
It’s within the realm of possibility –
our eldest is 21.
But I’m not sure it’s within the realm
Everyone waits theses days.
We married young,
had kids while we were kids.
Not so much anymore.
There is education to be gotten,
jobs to be found,
houses to be bought,
lives to be lived.
And that’s all wonderful. . .
but . . .
I wouldn’t change a thing about our journey.
I loved growing up TOGETHER,
hanging on by a shoestring,
having babies before we had the money for them,
and loving every (well, almost every!) minute of it.
We roll with it,
it rolls right over us.
Maybe I won’t miss this mess every week . . .
. . . and maybe I won’t miss this weekly menagerie as I tried to get a very sleep-resistant girl to acquiesce . . .
(at 15 months old)
And this? (last week)
And yes, THIS (two days ago) I will most definitely miss.
She now covers almost the entire bed . . .
. . . and sometimes adjusts herself to make contact, her head on my leg as I type.