oh, brother...

I always thought I'd have 4 boys. I'd say don't ask, but I took that pin and string test in 7th grade at a slumber party and it said I was going to have 4 boys. The notion stuck with me ever since. After I had Oliver, I didn't really want anymore children. I was so head-over-heels in love with him, that I didn't want to share him with anyone. I truly didn't think I had enough love in my heart to love another child as much as I loved Oliver. My heart was so consumed with loving Oliver, there was no way it had any more room. Then, we decided to give Oliver a sibling. Michael really wanted another baby and we both come from a family of 3. The thought of Oliver being an only child made me sad. I enjoyed having siblings and Michael did too, and I was sad that Oliver wouldn't have that same experience. I read that Time article about how siblings shape our lives more than our parents and I gave in. We had Lennon. And to my surprise, I feel in love with her instantly. I love her just as much as I love Oliver. It wasn't a matter of size with my heart, it just grew bigger. I know it may sound funny, but those of you who have children may understand. The love you fee for your children is hard to explain with words, but it's the most wonderful, precious love you can feel. It's a love that's unselfish, forgiving, caring, has no boundaries, and will last forever. So, I guess that means my heart has room to love one more little one...