Let's face it, I am completely and utterly obsessed with our new reality.
Bren and I keep looking at one another and just grinning.
It's a strange feeling, getting everything you were hoping for.
Wonderful but really, really strange. As though you don't quite deserve it.
Of course, my mother is reading this and nodding to herself, thinking, "Oh, you deserve it, alright. When this little girl hits the teen years, you will sooooo deserve it."
Which is rude of her but that's Betty for you.
And also, it's made me more appreciative of my sons. It's quite common for mothers of girls to say that they'd be more than happy to only have daughters. I have many friends who have said just that. And I suspect if I had only had girls, I might have thought the same. But only those mothers who have held a tiny boy aloft and called him 'son' will know what that connection is like.
But the same is true of a daughter. It's a profound connection. Subtly different in some respects and like a sledgehammer of uniqueness in others.
I can not express adequately what it means to me that I will be blessed to know the beauty of both connections.
Both Bren and I are so filled with gratitude.
Sitting at the dinner table the other evening, playing music on the computer as we ate, I selected the below song to play;
I just sat and howled into my tacos.
Then I played this;
That was when Bren ordered me to stop playing daughter songs because my hysterical sobbing was frightening the children.
I can not believe this dream is coming true.
This little family Bren and I are creating? I could not have planned it more perfectly.
I am so in awe of the beauty this universe has provided for us.
And also, the shopping? Is to fucking die for.