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Our count down to "little boy" has begun and with just 7 short weeks in front of us

the reality of having another child has finally set in.

Just like with Genevieve it is hard to imagine a new member in the family

and I'm sure just like Genevieve when he arrives we won't remember life without him.

Meeting "little boy" is all I can think about these days.

My mind whirls with the simplest of thoughts - the tiny size of newborn fingers, the way a little head rests so perfectly in that space between your collarbones, lying awake with a hungry infant in the middle of the night when the rest of the house is deep in sleep. That’s where my head is right now.

Along with worry... lots and lots of worry and doubt fill me. 

worries of my capabilites

doubts in my body

worries of genevieve's new role

worries about Joe and his extremely full plate

doubts in my ability to remain sane

worry of the looming change for all us

and so much more.

So my dearest little son, I am growing overwhelmed by the day, knowing your existence in my arms is growing closer.  Sometimes I sit quietly with my hands on either side of my belly and feel you move. I feel the hardness of your little hands and feet and it is then that I am overcome with excitement and peace.  Your presence there inside me envelops me with faith.  Faith that God would not have sent you here, to me, without surety that I had the ability to raise a good man. I just have to keep reminding myself the faith that our Heavenly Father has in me and strive for confidence in my role as your mother.

May these next few weeks fly by, my sweet boy, I am ready for you.

xoxo