There are times when I think I want another child.
I loved being pregnant with both of my kids.
I see babies in the store and a part of me aches.
“I want one” I think to myself.
My little darlings are growing so fast.
I look at my son’s feet and wonder when he got so big.
I creep into my daughter’s room at night and marvel at how she’s grown so tall.
Where did the time go?
Sometimes I think I want another.
But then I look ahead and see the finish line.
We’re halfway there.
I couldn’t start over now.
But I still can’t help wanting to cry when I hang my son’s clothes on adult hangers…
Or when I have a hard time telling the difference between his socks & my husband’s.
My baby girl just lost her top front tooth…
I want to glue it back in.
She can’t be growing up on me!
But, I suppose this is the natural cycle.
James & Avery are only on loan to me.
They really belong to God.
I cannot keep them forever…
Though I’d sure like to try.
There’s no denying it…
My little darlings…
They’re not so little anymore.
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