So many times I have been overwhelmed this school year, purely by the number of bodies that we have in the house, that need to be fed, that require emotional support and physical affection.
There are weak moments that I turn to Phil and declare "We have too many kids!" to which he patiently replies "And whom would you like to give back?"
Snaps me back to reality every time.
This family is my reality. These are our six children, given to us by God who makes no mistakes. He is supplying the graces necessary to get through the hard days, and gives us so many glimpses of the pure joy and happiness that comes from life in a big family.
We have our faith, great health, unconditional love, and we are truly blessed. Seriously. I can't even believe I have the nerve to complain sometimes. OK, let's be honest, a lot of the time. I'm really trying to focus on all the good stuff...and count my blessings:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
|Breakfast on Cape Cod with the whole clan.|
|A trip to Trader Joe's with my funny toddler.|
|Homemade ice cream from my parent's old ice cream shop.|
|Enjoying the sweet things in life.|
|Learning to look past the skeleton sweatshirt that is worn every.single.day.|
|A family stroll on the Cape Cod Canal.|
|Boys being boys.|
|The happiest and easiest baby in all the land.|
|A toddler who turns into an awesome little boy with daily naps and individual attention.|
|Kids that crack me up on the daily.|
So that maybe one day Phil will feel overwhelmed and say "We have too many children!" and I will honestly reply "I know, isn't it awesome?!?!"