Since Cannon and Cruiz took off crawling, something has happened, something I’ve waited to see for way too long -
My kids are interacting.
Playing.
Even fighting.
I love it.
Our days might be mundane, but I’ve grown to love them. Each day that we sit on the ground, play, eat cheerios, and break up fights over “Ledger’s” toys,
I count my many blessings.
At times I marvel over the fact we were blessed with twins. Sometimes it feel like Heavenly Father threw in an extra little baby for us. And though we’ve had four kids, and never experienced just two at a time, watching three little boys interact is hilarious, wonderful, and amazing, all at the same time.
Multiple nights we have found Ledger playing with the twins, jumping from crib to crib.
I’ll find Ledger sitting in-between Cruiz and Cannon’s bumbos feeding them, and stealing a few pieces for himself.
And just this morning I heard him kiss a baby, and say, “Cruiz, you’re the best baby in the world!”
And of course they fight… but at times I can’t help but smile because it means Ledger has siblings to fight with.
And while we’re on this topic I thought I’d share :) I thought I was being sneaky, taping them when all three refused to sleep… and I caught Ledger red handed! I think I’ll title it, “What the Heck?”
My house might not be clean, dinner might be grilled cheese, and let’s not even talk about laundry… but I feel so incredibly blessed to sit on the floor each day and play with three little boys.
And as I watch all three play together, I can’t help but think their older sister is silently checking in from time to time.
I can’t wait for the day we will all be reunited.
Until then, I’ll continue to drag them out to the cemetery, like we did today.
Three and a half years ago, I would have never imagined we could be this happy again.
We’re certainly blessed.