My older boys arrived yesterday, accompanied by my parents. So, my family, which has been just the two little boys, my husband and myself has just doubled in size.
Instead of figuring out how to feed the little boys and myself (while T is at work), I now have to make dinner for eight.
The house got a lot louder. The mood got crazier. The space got smaller. But it's all good.
I just have to remember that last post about grace... (and remember to breathe!)