Saturday it happened.
And I do like it.
Falling in love was not as bad as I feared, but it was still rather unpleasant in spots. Being a newlywed had its good points, but isn't something I would want to repeat.
Now is better. We are starting to feel like a real family, with traditions and favorite dinners and inside jokes.
"Babies are very nice. Goodness knows I like babies. But a baby is not a family."I am glad, though, that I didn't skip over the last five years. Life moves fast enough without missing parts of it.
"Isn't that a fact!" said Father. "A family is everybody all together." (A Baby Sister for Frances)
We popped popcorn and showed the ducklings our wedding video. D1 was quite excited to finally get a chance to learn how to watch movies. She has been practicing with an empty picture frame so that she would be ready whenever the opportunity arose.
The day was spent (like all the other days right now) taking care of the four extra people whom we have accumulated along the way. It was a good day. But I don't think it diminishes the enjoyment of now to say that I look for even better things in the next five years. Maybe one day we'll be able to get out of the house . . .