If we're full.
If we're happy to accept that these two little bodies who sneak in beneath our covers during the early morning and snuggle themselves next to our own are the only fruit that will come of our vine.
In the moment, I say yes.
I can say yes -- there in the bed -- because I'm absolutely bursting with gratitude that these little toes and little legs, little minds and little souls are fabulous gifts that just keep growing and we just get to keep unwrapping.
In that moment there's fullness in my heart and in my bed and in my arms.
I love being mom to two.
I love the the way our family operates. The way I sleep solid now without children waking me most nights. The way John and I are able to send the boys on overnight with their grandparents while we spend time together. The way I have one hand for each as we walk through parks and parking lots, one parent for each on family dates.
I love two. On days like this, I rest in the fullness, the functionality of two and call it complete.
We rehome a kitchen island from another family after years of talking about how our kitchen needs more storage, more counter top, more seating in order to make cooking and communing and conversing at the same time enjoyable.
We set it up perfectly, and we marvel about how it makes the kitchen not just functional and full but also complete.
Our boys are perched on the stools, leaning elbows on the countertop as I slice and dice zucchini and John unloads plates from the dishwasher for dinner.
In the midst of the chatter and food preparations, I smile and catch a glimpse of two little sets of feet dangling next to the legs of the stools.
My heart instantly, unexpectedly groans for a third pair to swing from the third stool.
With two little boys, my heart says we are functional and full. So very functional. So very, very deeply full.
But that third stool -- it somehow screams the definition of complete to a heart that hears.
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