FAMILY

I have a family here on Earth.

In addition to a perfect husband and a perfect son who make me happier than I have ever been, I have a bigger family.

I have a mom, a dad, a mother-in-law, father-in-law, three brothers, five sisters-in-law, two brothers-in-law, three nieces, two nephews, and one nephew on the way.
These people are part of me.
They are the ones that pray for me when I think the world is ending.
They are the ones that make my world end just when I think everything is going great.
They are the ones that make me happy when life is all lemons.
They are the ones that make me mad. Then, when I think it impossible, they find a way to make me even madder.
They make me laugh. Then, they make me cry because I'm laughing so hard.
They sometimes know my inner most thoughts and feelings, and they know what makes me vulnerable.
They know how to hurt me. Sometimes they do, but most of the time they don't.
When they do, they figure it out, and make it better.
When they can't make it better, they make it as better as they can.

When I stop and think about it, I am part of someone else's family. I am their daughter, daughter-in-law, sister, sister-in-law, and soon-to-be aunt.

I take part in all of the aforementioned actions.

Sometimes all I can do is make it as better as I can.

I'm family. Sometimes I'm good, sometimes I'm not-so-good, and sometimes I'm everything in between.

I'm family. That's who I am.

Semi-sort-of-balancing act

David and I just passed the two year mark of being married. Two years have offered us a lot. Mostly, we have a beautiful baby boy.

In two years I have learned a lot about the balancing act we call LIFE. I
have learned things. A lot of things!

FIRST:
Being a wife is easier than I always imagined it would be. I love to love. I love my husband. I love my son. I imagined that at 25 I would have life figured out and I would know the answers to every question. Unfortunately, I don't and I don't. Thankfully, Lincoln doesn't know that yet, and David doesn't expect that.

NEXT:

Being a mother is...harder...monumentally harder than I ever imagined. Yeah, those dreams of being a perfect mother were dashed to hopes when Lincoln was 6 weeks old, and I could not give him what he seemed to be needing at the moment. (I didn't know what he needed, only that he needed something and I didn't have it) However, his smile makes everything better.


So, I don't have life figured out. I don't know everything there is to know. I do know that I can go to bed every night and be happy that this semi-sort-of-balancing act of life is fun.