As I home in on the bebe, I see the issue has been addressed by someone else, and I'm no longer needed. I skip away pleased that I'm able to return to the never-ending chore of laundry. Not that I'm ecstatic about the mountainous heap of clothing that accumulates on a daily basis, but when given the choice between tackling a squirmy, smelling, poopie baby or folding our laundry...I'll pick the latter. Well, most of the time!
Suddenly, familiar sounds stream in from the other room.
Ugh! OHHHHH! Yuck-ee, bebe bubba! YUCK-EEE!
This is followed by some shrilling and gasping.
The words repeat: Ugh! OHHHHH! Yuck-ee, bebe bubba! YUCK-EEE!
In response, the baby begins to laugh. The laughter intensifies. A nearby roaming child stops with concern, but is quickly amused by his father. The giggling is contagious and fills the air. Within moments, everyone is declaring the bebe is UCKK-EE, including the baby himself! The screams are somewhere between those found while riding Expedition Everest at Disney World and watching America's Funniest Home Videos!
As I listened, I almost became saddened that I missed out on this amusing event...almost! Who knew changing a dirty diaper could be so fun!
I did, however, beam from ear to ear. Their love for one another was quite evident...even through the smell of fresh poo. He is a great father, and the kids adore him. Sometimes parenting isn't always exciting and glorious, but my children's father seems to find the silver lining inside every box. Or should I say diaper! They are blessed. I am blessed.
This is the family I never knew I wanted. These are the children I never thought I'd have.
These are the times to remember, and I hope I never forget.
God knew what He was doing when He joined these two hearts.
|Sure do love these guys (and girl!)|