Them

Tomorrow. The day is finally here. All the months of sickness and tiredness will be a fleeting memory when Will is placed in my arms. My prayer is that all the worry over my own adequateness as a mother of three will disappear the instant that I simply become that...a mother of three.

And while I imagine the day will be full of anticipation and activity and will likely pass all too quickly, there is one thing I know for sure. My thoughts will be consumed by them.

I will kiss them gently before I leave in the morning and will surely feel my eyes fill with tears. They will be doted on, spoiled, pampered and very well taken care of in my absence. But I will not be there. To have Jack wake me with a kiss and a grin. To carry Sam from his bed when he calls loudly for me after waking. To make cinnamon toast and fill milk cups. To strip away pajamas and tie shoes. To dig through the drawer that is overloaded with animals for that one baby pig and that special buffalo. To buckle car seats and break up fights. To kiss boo boos and answer questions. To hear Sam say the blessing. To tell them to stop splashing water out of the tub. To cuddle them and breathe in their sweetness as their sleepiness overcomes them.

My day will be filled with joy. I will meet my newest love. I will breathe him in and kiss his tiny fingers and toes. I will cuddle his tiny body, his sweet head resting under my neck. And I'll wonder where he's been all my life. And as happy as I'll be, I will certainly be thinking of them.

Them. My boys. My babies. My everything. My world. My heart. My happiness. My breath. My life. Thank you, God, for them.