18 April 2010

gonna burst

I am sorry, but seriously? Face, I want to squeeze you.

Today has been one of those days that make me overwhelmed with gratitude for all the goodness in our lives. It started with George being baptized at mass. In case you haven't heard, we aren't totally organized. George is 5 months old and we fully intended on having him baptized much sooner. But time got away from us (shocking?), then it was Lent (no baptisms), and so today was the day. And as God would have it, St. George's feast day is April 23... which I found out today. Are you kidding me? Perfect. And George was a dream during all of it. No tears. no squealing, just zoned into the whole event (or so it seemed). The same cannot be said for his brothers, especially Lute, who spent a  majority of the time deciding between straddling the baptismal font and sitting and scowling on the steps of the altar. All in all, though, it was a beautiful morning, full of family and good friends.

Moment of gratitude #2. Home alone with the three boys this evening. Lute and I are sitting at the table while he took his sweet time eating his turkey avocado sandwich. George in the bouncer, squealing with delight at nothing in particular. Eddie on the floor, searching for crumbs. Lute notices that Eddie has discovered George and is slowly climbing up to greet him.
"Can I go see the babies?" he asks.
"Sure," says me, as I watch him climb down and do a tummy slide across the kitchen floor.
"Hey, brothers!!" he yells with a huge grin.
Eddie could not have been happier to see Lute and George took the whole thing in with total enthusiasm. 
It was the first time I had seen all three boys fully aware of each other in the same moment. And it was a beautiful glimpse of our future.

And finally: Eddie had been put to bed, George had reached his limit in the bouncer and I had just put him in the Bjorn while I made dinner for Nick and me. Nick was upstairs getting Lute ready for bed. I could hear them talking through the familiar process of jammies, teeth brushing, and prayers when I hear Lute profess his undying love to Nick.
"Dada, I just really love you."
"I love you, too, Lutie."
"I will love you forever, Dada."
My heart absolutely melted. 

When we finally sat down to eat (alone!!!), we reflected on the beauty of the day, the fullness of our lives, and the excitement we feel at the thought of three rowdy little ragamuffins around the table in all their silliness. Life is good.

4 comments:

  1. makin' me cry here, and i still have yesterday's mascara on... not cool. ;) (and by 'not cool' of course i mean amazing.)

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  2. oh i just love this carina. you and nick are SUCH wonderful and inspiring parents. those boys are so lucky.

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  3. my heart is melting reading this....

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  4. Lovely post -- lucky boys and lucky you!

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