It's 8 o'clock on a gorgeous Saturday morning. The birds chirping, the sun shining, the Backyardigans singing in the background. Cin and the babies are sleeping and I start thinking. Nothing too deep, just that I love my life.
With all its' craziness, my life is good. It's exactly what I wanted it to be. And I was reminded of that as I sat here and looked through some pictures I took this week.
I used to take a lot of pictures. Ya know, 1st baby, changing every day. It's fun. Then, for some reason, I stopped. Then we had a hell of a year - Cin was in and out of the hospital for her back and related issues, then surgery, recovery, then we were trying to get pregnant again, then we did, then I was sick the whole time. So, needless to say, the camera barely saw the light of day for about a year.
But since I was coerced into Blogland, I have taken a lot of pictures. After all, a post with pictures is much more interesting.
Anyway, here are the pictures that reminded me of just how lucky I am.