The third one changed everything.

She changed routine, she changed sleeping arrangements;

She changed feeling like we were in order and control to literally living on prayers every second.

She’s fire and she’s pure love.

She’s passion and fierce.

She loyal and not afraid.

She’s honest.

And yes.

She marked all over her beautiful precious fearfully and wonderfully made self while I was in the same room.

How?

Ok, I know you amazing mamas thinking- oh gah- how’d she get that pen!?

I gave it to her.

Yep.

And in the very same room, at the very same moment I’m helping Rosie mix up chocolate, she did this.

This is why, friends and family, you don’t hear from me much… this is why I forget about the 10$ for the school event, the lunch duty commitment for PTO, the fact that I haven’t showered in… a minute.

This is why you have to bear with me.

This is why I’m at the store with a messy diaper and not a single extra diaper or wipe to change her because I forgot to put extra back in her bag.

This is why I have a conversation with you, and my other ear open, my other eye watching, unable to fully engage the whole conversation.

This is why I forgot what we decided or what we planned or how I could possibly forget to add the eggs to the deviled egg sandwiches….

Because the third one is here now.

Because her precious self not only blessed my socks off and changed our world for the better, but because she’s fire.

She’s lioness.

She’s got a call on her like none other.

She’s pure love.

And she changed everything.