Three years

I am learning that moving is a bit like breaking in a new pair of shoes. I liked my old shoes. They were comfy, soft, had lots of character marks and fit me perfect. Then I moved, nothing fit, I didn't know where anything was, didn't know anyone, and pouted a bit. Moving, much like buying new shoes, requires you to get off your butt and walk around, so I have.
Once I got myself up out of the house I discovered that Cartesville isn't as terrible I initially thought. I know my way around so I feel less claustrophobic now. I'm trying. I am following my own advice and getting involved in new things, church for one.
Utah will always be the place that I had both of my babies. Now Georgia is the place where Turner turned three. My sweet lil boy turned three this past weekend. In his short life he's lived in three houses, three cities, and two states. I know the three years have gone by, I have a boy who now stands more than half my height to prove it. I just can't quiet figure out how three years went by so fast.
I guess if you combined the time I spend at each chore it really has been three years since I became a mom. Twenty four months wiping a little tush, twelve months rocking and patting a tiny back, eight sleepless months, two months spent answering "What's that?", and one thousand ninety five days spent thanking God for the miracle I named Turner. I guess all that ads up to more than three years.
Kids take your life and super size it. I used to think my days were full when all I had to do was go to school, work, and hang out with my friends. Now I do all of that by nine a.m. and still have twelve more hours of things to get done before I can even think of a bath and getting into bed.
I have enjoyed the past three years more than I thought anyone could enjoy life. I have two new sets of eyes to see everything through. My birthday used to be the best day of the year, now everyday that I get to spend with the world's best boy and the world's greatest girl is like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one.
Now that Turner's in school I have new things to look forward to. My son now has a part of his life that doesn't involve Mommy, but he still chooses to share it with me. The ride home after I pick him up is the best. He tells me what all he did that day, sings me new songs, and gives me works of art that would make Van Gogh himself green with envy. While he's at school I also get to steal away a little time with my Tater-bug. She gurgles and coos and melts my heart even more.
Who knows what the next three years will bring? If the first three are any indication life will just keep getting better and better.