Little Feet

First, I must rant.
Motorcycles are not my thing, if you don't know read about it here at the end of this post.
Today, at lunch, I was following behind a man on a motorcycle, steering with one hand and TRYING TO TEXT/CALL WITH THE OTHER HAND. Hello? He was weaving at 10 miles per hour. I've seen the signs everywhere...."Look First, Save a Life" referring to the growing motorcycle population. If the driver is not paying attention it doesn't matter if we look first.
Oh, and another thing...sometimes those motorcycles come from out of nowhere and pass you when you least expect it. Again, does no good for us to obey, if the motorcycle does not obey.

I realize not every motorcycle operator is irresponsible.

Back to the regularly scheduled program.

Last night Mary Margaret attended her first Youth Group meeting last night. She really loved being part of the "mature" youth group...her words not mine.

Afterward we visited Dianna and she had her brother's 4 girls. Do you get that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you see those cute little toddlers? You know the feeling, the one where you want one more because the others have outgrown the hugs, whispery kisses, and the snuggling late at night? Dianna's youngest niece is 2 and she just tickled me. She is such a doll and has that "I want one" effect on me.

It made me miss all of those things that babies bring. Jayden was sitting at the kitchen table and on the bottom of her little feet she had managed to display her artwork. Dianna said that she was sitting so quietly in the play room being so sweet. She had a purple marker somewhere and worked herself over.

I had that feeling of wanting one for myself...the more I watched Jayden and the more I saw her little feet, I slowly began to remember...

The "you can't see me if my eyes are closed", the names written in permanent marker on the walls of our rented house, the new and unexpected hair cuts, the kotex pads covering tiny scratches, the day 911 was called 35 times while I was mowing the yard, M&M telling the check out guy at Wal-Mart, those tampons are for my Kaye's Kaye's butt, Taylor telling everyone at school we were getting a new baby when she was in kindergarden (I still haven't given birth), Taylor shifting gears in Tim's truck and running into Jason truck, the fights, tears, worry, and most of all the laughter and love that I have with these girls and Tim...

I have what I need right here and now, maybe a little stressful sometimes, but worth it.

Also I remembered, I am half way finished, I think a little pair of feet would be the end of me and we can't have that!