I haven’t really posted too much since having Reagan but that’s about to change. ;) Three kids has been an adventure to say the least, but I have loved it. Seriously, genuinely loved it. From hearing stories from others when I was pregnant, I thought we were going to be drowning and in over our heads once Reagan came. “With two – you have enough hands! With three…well, good luck.” Don’t get me wrong- there are moments (many moments) where I am overwhelmed. But I still take showers, I still fix my hair, I am not completely drowning and our house doesn’t look like a zoo. I didn’t realize how discouraging it was to hear about how crazy three little ones were going to be. How full my hands would be! I got that life would be more difficult- I get that. But I didn’t hear too many life-giving words and how my heart would be so full.
For me, I think going from one to two kids was harder then two to three. Maybe that’s not everyone’s case but that it was here. Leland was very jealous of Beau so it made the transition from one to two that much harder. Beau hasn’t really been too jealous of Reagan (I was surprised! He mostly ignores her or kisses her- ha!) and they both love her. Leland has also been a big helper which is great!
I wish I would’ve known a little over a year ago when we found out that we were unexpectedly expecting, that everything was going to be alright. Everything was going to be just fine- a little crazy, maybe the house a little messier- but not too crazy because God knew what He was doing. He knew what we could handle and what a blessing each of our little ones are. Today, I’m very thankful for these gifts and for the strength He gives each day.
“Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth.” psalm 127:4