Thank you being the today even though I haven't been posting. I have been reading and mending my soul with your kind words and funny links :-)
This evening I want to tell you about my darlings. I love them so much and they are my strength and reason to keep going.
DH is my best friend. We have been married nearly 10 years and our anniversary is in a few months. He is gentle and kind. His main flaw is he cares too much about people and gets himself into scrapes helping other people at his own expense. He is messy and disorganised but not for want of trying, but he cleans, cooks, helps with the children, gets up with the baby at night and we share the household stuff 50/50 when both of us are working and he has never once grumbled about it. He is my main support and I am his. I don't know why we work and of course we snap and argue like any tired stressed out couple..... We both work in the same profession and the hours and intensity are long..... But we just work together.
My DS1 is 6. He is gentle and kind, adores his younger siblings and wants everyone to like him... And they usually do. He is slighter and not as strong as his younger brother and was very ill when he was born but is a crazy dancer, lives singing made up songs and is creative. He taught me how to be a mummy.
My DS2 is 4 but thinks he is 6. He is solid muscle with momentum behind him to floor a small elephant, a wicked sense of humour and is fast to hug and crack a joke. He is in many ways his brothers protector but has a soft vulnerable side and needs a lot of reassurance that he is doing ok.
My DD is 10 weeks old. She is the last little link in our family. We always wanted 3 but financially we thought 2 was the sensible plan so we waited and worked and thought we would see what the future brought. We didnt want an age gap larger than 4 years as the boys are so close and when that point came that a decision had to be made we just couldn't see ourselves without her. There was a person missing from the dinner table. We even knew her name. We decided to give it one month. If it happened it happened. One month later I was pregnant and 8 months after that our family was ready to start the next stage of our lives together.
She is perfect, just reaching 9lb i think though need to weigh her again, chubby cheeks and spiky hair and a gorgeous gummy grin just for mummy and daddy mainly so far. She settles in my arms and likes me to sing to her and stroke her face. Our bond is stronger every day despite our limitations on time and I see her emerging personality and she is beautiful.
That's more than I planned to write so thank you for reading if you made it to the end. I am the luckiest mummy in the world and I just need to evict these leukaemia invaders and get back to my family for good.
Sweet dreams xx