Last night I spent the evening with my closest gal pals. It was an evening of laughter and lots of chips and salsa. The majority of the group is ready to start a family. Some trying, some just leaving it in God’s hands. “If it happens, it happens.” We’ve all heard friends say that, have we not? In fact, I suppose that was our approach when we got pregnant with Carter.
I can’t wait to see a little pooch appear on their bellies. Not because I’m jealous of their thin frames, okay maybe a little jealous, but really just because they will now understand the feeling of motherhood.
Among our circle of friends, we were the first to get married, the first to have children. I got married at the age of 19, and had Jaxon at 21. I can’t wait to finally have friends that can relate with me. I’ve always been the one telling the stories about pregnancy, childbirth, and the long nights of not sleeping. I can’t wait to hear those stories coming from my friend’s mouths.
I can’t wait to give advice, probably whether they want to hear it or not, and I can’t wait to get the call that they went into labor. I can’t wait to make baby bibs and burp cloths out of Amy Butler or Michael Miller fabric. And, most of all, I can’t wait to see them hold their first child. I’m tearing up as I write this, because, for those of you that are moms, isn’t it just the most amazing miracle ever? I mean, really, I can’t even explain it.
To say my heart feels warm and fuzzy, sounds a little silly, but really it does. Every time I try to think of a good word for the feeling you get when you think of your children, I just sit here dumbfounded, because, I really don’t know what to call it. Maybe it’s just this huge ball of love floating around in my heart, my mind, and my soul. So much love, that it’s clogging up my brain and my vocabulary is suffering. Yeah, that’s it.
There’s my little rant on my gal pals, and the amazing journey that they are about to embark on. And, how much do you love my wheelbarrow? That’s the newest member to my vintage goodness. Question though, if I were to use them as intended, you know salt and pepper, what would I put in the third shaker? Any ideas? For now though, I am loving the flowers in a wheelbarrow look. I think I will keep it that way for quite some time.
Wheelbarrow purchased at Junk Evolution.
I understand how you feel.
I was 21 and T was 22 when we got married, and it was hard to be one of the only married couples and then one of the only girls in my circle of friends to have a baby. Sometimes it’s nice to have someone to talk to about kid stuff. 
I understand how you feel ERin..i was 21 with 2 kids and finally my friends are having kids too…..it is so fun to get my baby fix since i am done for good with their new bundles of joy:)….now if only they would be consistent on having boys since i already have girls lol