Seven Years

I’ve got a ton of things to do, but I can’t resist. It’s been seven years since I’ve had a little person around and I didn’t realize how much I missed it. I often find myself on all fours, making funny faces and speaking in high-pitched tones. It makes me smile. Oh yeah, and him too.

My first four coconuts came one right after the other. I love each one of them, and remember loving my time with them when they were this fun-size.  After a seven year gap, we had one more to add to the mix. I can’t say that it hasn’t been a challenge, but I’ve certainly learned to enjoy every moment of it. A lot of people were quite honest in telling me how crazy I was for having one more, especially when I had achieved that benchmark of “no kids at home”. I don’t think so. I think I’m just lucky.

Seven years made me be a better mom. I think the Lord knew I’d have a nervous breakdown if I had had my baby two years later instead of seven.

I LOVE that I get to take a break from my everyday chores to enjoy my littlest coconut. I’ve decided that seven is my lucky number.