Flowing

This blog has 600 posts. 601 after I hit publish. So strange to me that time is what it is. So strange to me that almost three years later, some of the first comments I received are from people I love very much today.

It's hard to believe that I just had a Luke and no Tommy, that I was innocently unaware of things like precipitous labor and severe sleep deprivation and seizures.

Lately, time has been both precious and painful. Painful in the loss of loved ones, precious in watching my children learn and grow. Lately we've gotten further and further away from babyhood and entered into toddlerhood and, well, boyhood. Luke is starting preschool in the fall. Tommy is getting more and more verbal every day. Right now, they're playing trains together, something they did for hours yesterday. It's beautiful, finally finding this commonground where they're brothers AND playmates. This is what I imagined when I thought of two kids.

Sometimes we talk about a third, but the word if is used, not when. So, I don't know what life has in store for us, but I'm kind of okay with that. Who knows, maybe two years from now, I'll be writing a blog post and telling you how I had no idea what it'd like to have three kids. Or maybe I'll be telling you about Luke and Tommy and the third child that is still an if.

For once, I don't have a plan and I'm okay with that, content to let it flow.