As I sit here thinking about how to start this article, my two girls, ages 4 and 5, are upstairs randomly shouting from their beds. Not shouting words, just strange animal sounding noises.
This is one of the times of day that I pray for quiet. For alone time. For calm. But these quiet moments of alone time won’t last long as baby #3 is coming quicker than I can imagine.
August will be here before I know it. As crazy as my girls are, I love them more than I ever knew I could. And there is a part of me that wonders how my heart will have room for one more little.
How much love can one heart hold?