There are moments (like these) that I feel inspired to grow our family of three to four. I forget how tender my rough and tumble toddler can be...and that perhaps he would enjoy a little one of his own to snuggle. It's easy to think...yeah, we are ready...but that feeling fades when the diaper bags are packed up and friends with cute lil babies go home...
And Eli and I settle back into the little routine him and I have grown so fond of....(and worked so hard to achieve).
But it brings about the thought..
When is the right time to grow a family?
Is it an inspiration...or a crazy moment that you feel and just go with it? Or something long thought out and discussed? I think the hard part for me is that as time goes on I am comfortable with the three of us; will I be comfortable with four or more?
Love is one of those things that is greater when there is more of it, I know.
Just knowing when, is the confusing part. When my body has had time to recover from Eli draining the life out of it? When finances seem more steady and a nest egg has grown larger? When I don't have to carry two diaper bags any longer? When summer rolls into fall then into winter and I can snuggle down and let my body incubate comfortably?
Or when my husband and I feel inspired to do it again?
I keep using that word because I think that is what it is. Because who would be crazy enough to add to their family (sleepless nights, more work, less money) without a little inspiration? And I am thinking that God is the only one who can give that inspiration.
So I suppose when it is time, God will send us a little of our own.
But tell me that this sweet moment between a little tiny baby and my baby isn't helping? ;)