Dreams come true.

My newborn son is my fifth child and the little caboose in our family. Motherhood is so full. The rosy and not-so-rosy. At the end of the day when the house is quiet, I wonder what in the world did I really do today? Okay, made the bed, nursed the baby, ate some oatmeal with the kids, kissed my husband, walked my boy to school, rocked the baby to sleep, read a few favorite blogs while the kids played, broke up some fights, kissed a scrape, thought about dinner (what to do with the rest of the roast from last night?), nursed the baby again, read some more, made some sandwiches for lunch, walked with the kids to pick up boy from school, mailed some letters, nursed the baby again, folded some clothes, wiped some bottoms, looked at some baby pictures…and more. Normally I’m so weary, it’s easy to forget that this is what I live for. These precious lives are worth every effort. When I was little, I pretended to feed my baby doll, make dinner, play house. Now I get to live it for real! Dreams do come true.

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