Yesterday was my birthday.
It was a lovely day from the breakfast in bed beginning, to the going out to eat end. That pretty much sums up what I want for my birthday. I don't want to cook. Normally I enjoy cooking very much, but you know how sometimes you get in a rut and you just can't think of a meal beyond crackers, peanut butter and fruit? That is how it's been around here. Anyway, birthday! The children made me some amazing presents, the husband, being a good husband, wished he could have done more, when in actuality he did great. It was a wonderful day.
The picture above is of me going home from the hospital. My oldest sister, Beth, is holding me, with my next oldest sister, Kim, looking on. You are right. There are no car seats. In that picture I am only days old. You are also right. There are no seats to speak of in that van, and my newborn self is being entrusted to a 9 and 8 year old. But you know what? We survived. And beautifully.
Instead of inspiring horror, this kind of picture just makes me happy. And it makes me worry less for my own kids. My parents did their very best with what they had and we all turned out fine. I'll do the very best with what I have and my kids will turn out fine. With the grace of God and a loving family, we will survive and we will thrive.
We are now heading out camping with friends where hopefully our children will do something dangerous and hopefully they will survive.
Have a wonderful weekend, all of you!