My Boys

As we got the boys ready for bed tonight, Brian was in Gavin's darkened room singing himRobinhood and Little John and then it was time for our goodnight lullaby, Godspeed. Brian and I sat on the floor, he was playing the guitar and I was changing McKay's diaper and putting on his pajamas. While we sang, Gavin climbed all over my back and happily chattered and sang away while McKay's cries started softly and began to grow. For some reason, this moment with my three boys hit me like a ton of bricks. Here we are trying to calm the boys down - which neither of them seemed to be doing, despite our best efforts - and instead of feeling frustrated that this bedtime routine seemed to be turning to chaos, I felt so happy inside. A crying baby who needs me and a happy boy who wants to be near me and a loving man who is sitting right there helping me with both of them.

That's just what the moment was - perfect. A moment I hope to not soon forget, if ever at all. These moments are fleeting and I know that. I know days aren't perfect. Parenting can be downright frustrating. I know that some days can seem long but I also know that the years will fly by. It's the journey that counts. This is me enjoying the journey.