The sounds of Spring
I am relaxing in my bed at 9pm on a Monday night. I open my bedroom window and the sounds of frogs and crickets rush in. It's amazing - the sound, the volume . There must be thousands out there in our woods and pond. As I take in the sweet sounds of Spring, I watch my belly bounce with the kicks of the baby growing inside. Tomorrow I am 30 weeks pregnant, just 10 more to go. Newborns are hard. Hard. But I think of Luke and Benny and can't believe I will have another baby to love so deeply. My sweet baby boys are snuggled in their bed together, fast asleep, Lukey in the clothes he wore with his daddy to the golf course tonight (he won't take them off) and Benny in a PJ top and only his diaper because he refuses to wear pants. At times you can hear them snore a little, but always the sweet sound of their steady breathing. Ben might have his 2 fingers in his mouth, sucking. Or maybe they've fallen out. His blankie is nearby no matter what his position or whe