“Three boys? That’s so sad!”
That’s what someone said to me last week, as she looked upon the smiling faces of my precious little guys.
But, my sweet boys, I want you to hear me when I say that she couldn’t have been more wrong.
It’s not sad.
Not at all.
Not even for one moment.
It’s not sad when you randomly tell me I’m the most beautiful girl in the whole world.
It’s not sad when you climb up onto my lap and we snuggle together on the couch.
It’s not sad when you grab for my hand as we stroll along the path behind our house.
It’s not sad when you wrap your arms around my legs while I cook dinner.
It’s not sad when you tell that perfectly-timed joke that makes us both laugh until our cheeks hurt.
It’s not sad when you hold the door open for as many strangers as you can.
It’s not sad when you let me wipe the tears from your face.
It’s not sad when you help me unload all the groceries.
It’s not sad when you want to tell me all about cars and sports and LEGOs and dinosaurs and rocks and bugs and riding your bike and the epic fort you built.
It’s not sad.
And I’m sorry I didn’t tell her that.
I’m sorry that I was so caught off guard that I couldn’t properly express to her how incredibly beautiful life is with the three of you.
So I just want you to know that my heart, it isn’t sad.
It’s overjoyed. Overflowing.
All thanks to my boys.