Just recently, I promised myself I'd start blogging again. 1. I really need to document the impeccable things that take place each day. To look back on and either laugh or cry. 2. Because it helps me to wind down - it's therapy in the best form - writing (or typing) out the excitement.
So I sat down tonight and opened up the link to get started. I came upon the last blog post I had made. Briggs was 6 weeks old.
Briggs turned 3 years old today.
I mostly laughed at the post, and honestly I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember being so overwhelmed at the idea of coming home to a house unfinished, a toddler and with a newborn in tow. I kept telling myself that "the hardest transition is from 1 to 2 children. If you can do this, you can do anything."
Well. Didn't I have a lot to learn?
3 years later. My still sweet Briggsy is 3 years old. The kindest, most gentle young man. We are 2 1/2 years into our beautiful home, and have welcomed yet another Webb boy, who just had his first birthday last month. I buy wine by the 6-pack (bottles), and milk 5 gallons at a time. That's a weekly purchase - the milk, not the wine. And I cling to God like no other.
When preparing for the big #3 for my Briggsy, I had many talks with Daddy about the perfect gift for the birthday boy. While, many times he insisted I go purchase a Trampoline for him, I refused. That's a little big for a birthday present, if you ask me. But no, not Daddy's perspective. After all, BK3 got a Jump House for his 4th birthday in May. A real jump house. The kind you rent. It's 14 feet tall, and we own it. We are from Livingston Parish, folks (no offense). I argued for a bike of his own, since hand me downs come real good and often in the Webb house. And while many times, this conversation ended with us in disagreement, I knew that it would work out in the end. I also knew that my husband had his own purchases already made, soon to arrive. Which brings me to exhibit 1:
The Bopper. It's an inflatable ring with handles, much like a donut or a pool ring, except 10 times larger. You grab a friend, you both put one around your waist, and run at high speeds toward one another. Much like sumo wrestling I'd guess. That's gift #1 from Daddy...except only one came in the box, which I found out today as I was wrapping, so the video of them sumo fighting will take the backseat until the second "Bopper" comes in the mail. Personally, I'm afraid one will get whiplash.
Exhibit 2: The giant hamster ball
Exactly as you'd guess. A giant inflatable ball, with outside access to jump in. It's made up of about 145 pockets that blow up, to create what looks to me like a giant uterus. And would you know that Daddy blew up all 145 pockets himself? That's determination. I asked him if he were just reliving his childhood through his boys - his answer - "It took you this long to figure that out?"....I'm in for it. Again, pictures to come. But just so you know? The giant uterus sits in my living room - and it's bigger than our couch.
Luckily, Daddy let me have my way and Briggsy got his very own bike. He had no idea what to do with it, but he surely thinks it's "cool". And believe me when I say, EVERY BOY in the Webb house thinks the sumo rings and the giant uterus are the BEST thing that could ever accompany a birthday. Daddy scored big - as always. Like I said, it always works out in the end.
Reading the last few blog posts prior to quitting the blog (for whatever reason, I can't remember), truly reminded me of something that has become so apparent to me lately:
Our time here on earth is limited. And what we do with it is so special. Our lives will not be filled with ease by "doing it right" or "crossing our T's and dotting I's". We will have struggles, frustrations, hardships, loss, and heartache. Who we turn to is the mold by which we will survive. It's incredible how my husband also became my partner in crime, confidante, faith friend, as well continuing to be the love of my life. These things happen because life happens. And it is important how we travel through. Learning to love above all circumstances, and remembering that our God is a loving God. He gives us strength - which I seemed to have needed a whole lot 3 years ago. Still do, now.
But just for the record, the transition to THREE children is the toughest.
And despite the new birthday toy, I'm thankful to report that MY uterus won't be inflating any time soon!
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