A Simpler Life: I get by with a post once a year...

I miss writing, I miss a lot of things about myself from before I had kids. I don't miss not having kids. These days my two greatest pleasures are the few moments that I get to connect with Sean by ourselves and watching this little trio of humans grow.
It is an incredible sight that I've been watching since they were inside me, tangles of arms and legs that grow and grow at alarming rates.
Extrauterine life has not slowed them a bit, they are changing as they sleep and breath, as they wake and eat bountiful amounts of food that we are lucky to provide for them.
I find myself content and somewhat relieved that each time I have Sean to myself I find all the reasons I fell in love with him are still present in addition to a million more. He is still my favourite person to be around, and the trio is an extension of that. A sort of familial love I never knew I could experience one that I am grateful for more and more each day.
Hank is about to turn 7, a look back at my first musings on him as a child shows me he has always had this cautious, pensive, perfect personality he was born with; it is a frightful thing to send a sensitive soul out into the world and to hope each day he is not so wounded that he cannot be patched up at home for the next day.
Archie is gloriously 4.5 years old, and in same is still rambunctious, head strong, and completely deaf to instruction or reprimand. However, he garners the biggest laughs and is almost impossible to discipline without cracking a smile. He is fast, compact, creative, perfect in his own right.
Elsie is 2.5 and each day I look in wonder at her and the fact that we have a daughter
not a third son. I awe at the innate femininity of her, the playful and glibness of her, I am amazed by her. She is a mass of curls, fire, and fun. I see a future that is so different for me because I had a daughter and not another son. I love her for the tenderness she receives from all three boys in this family, the joy she brings, and the promises her little life holds.
As the trio grows I realize I am finding myself again. Finding my passion for missions foreign and personal are still a part of me. Finding myself in a new work that is more and better than any job I ever knew I could find. Finding I am still happy for the choices that have all led into this beautiful, tired, happy, messy family I call mine.