Perfection, even when it's not.

As I write this I am relishing in the fact that I have my 23 day old in my arms, my 19 month old laying next to me (actively trying to advert bedtime) and my hubby on the other end of the couch. We are watching the Twin's game and enjoying the sweet moments of Addison asking for Evie to lay by her only to want Evie to "go way" two minutes later.

It's the moments like this that make me realize just how lucky I am. Addison isn't a cuddler so having her lay still for five minutes next to me is a huge perk. She's never been a child who likes to be held. She in fact will fight you to let her go...and she will win. She doesn't like to be consoled when she gets hurt, rocked when she is sick or hugged. She wants her space. Period.

Evie on the other hand seems to like the cuddle time. She is the opposite and thinks she should be held and loved constantly. It's often the reason she is fussing. I think I'll enjoy having a cuddler but I do wish I could set her down for five minutes to do something for me! Once she's asleep I can lay her down and most of the time she is okay. She's awake a lot more now though so it's getting harder and harder to keep her content on her own.

As my family sleeps on the couch, husband snoring, baby snoring, Addie stirring, I realize that this is what life is all about. This is why God put me here. He called me to be a mom. I've always wanted this. For the first time in my life I've totally succeeded in getting what I want. Every moment is perfect; even the not so perfect ones.