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PhotoBooth pic, 3 weeks old

Tonight I sat down and started to write a post.  I started out by writing how the last 6 months have been tricky.  That it has been difficult to run a business and have a new baby.  Overwhelming at times. That I miss being creative on a more regular basis, and that sometimes I miss that 2-1/2 hour alone time when boy 1 was at kindergarten and boy 2 was at preschool.  I got so much done during that time.  

Then I stopped. You know, there is truth to all of that.  But you know what else?  I have loved these past six months.  I have loved snuggling a baby again, and smelling baby lotion, and seeing him grow, and making him giggle, and washing his tiny clothes, and watching him with his big brothers, watching them love him, and watching him look up to them already.  I love my life.  Even if it is more difficult to balance things now, even if I have to stay up until 2 or 3 a.m. to do the things I got used to doing during daylight.  I just feel... so blessed.  So lucky to be a mom and so lucky to have three happy boys.  

And suddenly, I just didn't care about those lost hours of productivity, or miss sewing a quilt top whenever I want to or the 3-1/2 years without diapers.  And I'm just happy.  And grateful.  With nothing, not a thing, to complain about.  Well, except the fact that my bathrooms are terrifying.  Okay, and one or two other things, completely un-kid related.

Now if you'll excuse me, the house is quiet and I have a whole lot of work to do.  And happily so.