Right here.

This is a daily visual. I feed, he rocks him to sleep. Never putting him down, holding him, protecting him from the slightest draft. He was 19 when he told me he wanted to be with me forever, 20 when he asked for my hand in marriage, 21 when he waited for me at the end of the aisle, 23 when we welcomed Z, 24 when we welcomed E and 32 when we welcomed A. And every time this is how you'll find him, loving his boys, his family.

Caught him holding Baby A, watching him as he slept ❤.

What if's

While watching Pop's play with baby A in his arms yesterday evening after stuffing ourselves with chocolate covered strawberries and chocolate fonduing ( that even a word?) pound cake cubes and sliced fruits. I started allowing my mind to wonder. This never being a good thing. Those who know Z and E have had their share of struggles. Speech therapy since age 3, meetings, tests, lots and lots of prayer and specialists.... And more prayer. Well hard work and God as our guide has helped our boys. They are sweet, loving and TALKING healthy boys. But as I watch Baby A I start to worry. Will he struggle to find his words? Will he have other struggles? He hasn't rolled over yet.what if he gets behind on his milestones? I voice them to Pop's. He never looks my way, never taking his eyes off a smiling and squealing baby so sweet in his arms. Then answers "Ahhh look at Z and E." "Wasn't easy but we have them to help us help Mr.Man if he needs it." "Look at him." "Does it matter?" "We'll be fine either way." So blessed to have such a fantastic husband who's clearly crazy about us as we are of him.

Valentines Day photo op

Biggin!

Well Baby A is growing fast, too fast. Sometimes while loading his stroller into the van, tripping over a baby gadget that wasn't there a few months ago or rolling over to make sure his tummy is moving with every breath he takes in the middle of the night it hits me.....I'm a mommy again. That little guy who gave me the hardest pregnancy of the three was such a surprise to a stressed out wife/mom/student is here in my arms with a face thats a perfect mixture of his big brothers. He's a tough one. Hasn't been easy to say the least but he's healthy, he's beautiful and he belongs to Nick, myself, Z and E. We are blessed and happy beyond words.

I leave you with this cute pic lovingly titled

"Not at the Table Carlos!" I know tacky... But funny no?