We had the pleasure of visiting with so many family members today. Of course, with that comes fantastically fun times...and other times that just aren't so phenomenal. Regardless though, the time was spent...some sort of memory made and life is as it should be. Or so we think. Families are interesting, living breathing beings. They grow and change. They get injured and heal. They have seasons of great growth and desperate struggle. And sometimes they just fight. But at the end of the day, no matter the tragedies or triumphs, they are still a family. We are fortunate our family is here from Massachusetts. They are an absolutely precious, lively family. I fell in love with and all but claimed them as my own (they are biologically Mike's family) from the day I met them. If ever I could choose characteristics for this little bug growing in my belly they would come from Landon and Logan. They are beautifully freckled, inquisitive, Mama loving, kind-hearted boys who I adore probably more than I should. It takes just about all I have not to kiss the scattered freckles on their noses. It's even harder now, because I'm SO used to picking them up, carrying them around and just loving up on them as much as they'll let me but I can't do it now because it's just not a good idea with the baby. But lap sitting and hugging are still abundant and I'm soaking them up as best I can. It's kind of terrifying when I stop and think...if I can be so head over heels in love with two little boys who are in all actuality no relation to me (but whom i will forever claim), how much more will I love my own child? 
The heart is wild. No matter how hard I try I can not control it. A few years ago I thought I had done a great job of locking up my heart so as not to allow it to be hurt or scarred in any way. But the chance meeting between my husband and I (chance because I was no in way looking to meet anyone at the dirty ol' bar that night) and his relentless patience and understanding slowly begin to loosen the lock. Then stepped in his aunt (and my now best friend) to talk me through learning to trust, understand and believe in the both of them, and I began to change. I had swore I would never trust or need anyone again. But his actions and her overwhelming desire to hold my hand as I took a leap of faith resulted in where I am today.
****The moral of all this rambling is...having a family with which to laugh, cry, fight, and grow is one of those "my cup runneth over" kind of blessings. They aren't always easy...and definitely not always fun...but heck, what in life IS constantly fun and easy? Nothing. And nothing is more rewarding than family. There are so many things I want to teach this little guy/gal growing in my stomach (which is getting bigger by the day I swear).
1. Blood is thicker than water. And once someone is family, they are blood and there's no turnin' them back to water either. You're with them for life.
2. Life hurts...but just keep moving and the pain won't last too long. It only gets ya if you stand still and squint at it for longer than you should.
3. Sometimes when people say you can trust them they mean it. For the long haul. Like, forever. And other times...they just don't. That's no fault of yours and it doesn't mean you sull up and stop believing in people. It means it's a problem they're dealing with and you should just skip right on by.
And last because when I look in the mirror or at my Mother or my sister I know my child will inevitably have them...
4. Freckles really are precious. It gives your Mama a place to plant her kisses and count her blessings.
I really really look forward to kissing those freckles.
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