Today is the last day of my life that I’ll have a 3 year old, a 2 year old, and a 1 year old. Tomorrow, Isaac turns four. He is now sitting in my lap telling me all the letters he recognizes. He wants Split Pea Soup for his special birthday dinner.

Ian, my baby, I call him Sweety Petey, turned one on Saturday. His feet have started touching the footrest on his high chair. He drinks cow’s milk all day. He can now have honey and the whole egg. He has four teeth and is so wonderful at being a baby. He hates to cry, but when he does, he alarms the neighbors. He has a few curls. His fingers are long, and he easily controls them like one who will master the piano. He will be a singer. He will come see me when I’m old, and he’ll make his daddy proud. He can say Mama, Dada, dog, bye bye, eat, and bite.  Need I mention how much I love him? 

My computer sounds like a helicopter and makes me half the Mama I should be. I’m less and less attached to it. When it flies off, I won’t be as sad as I thought. I laugh more with my babies lately. My house is a wreck. I don’t remember appointments. I made my bed once in the past two weeks. But I am happier than I’ve ever been. 

Tomorrow night I’ll wipe my mouth with a Star Wars napkin. Life only feels good sometimes, but it is sure good when it’s good.