Just thinkin'.

As I was rocking Ingrid to sleep tonight, I started thinking about when my sister Melinda first became a mom. I was 13 years old when my oldest nephew Ryker was born. I remember watching him stop crying as soon as she held him. He just loved her so much, and it was specifically her he wanted. I told her once as he was falling asleep on her chest, and I'm not sure she remembers this, that I want to have kids because I want that. To be the person they feel most comfortable with and would do anything for them. 

At thirteen I knew how much I wanted to be a mom, and one of my biggest fears was that I wouldn't have that opportunity. Now, I have an 8 month old, and I'm pregnant with my second! Although the co-sleeping has its cons, I love being so present and necessary in her little life. 

I'm just so grateful for my babies, is all. I don't think everyone is meant to be a parent, but I know I definitely was. 

Also, my husband is awesome, and he's a great dad, too. He has found a way to get her to sleep almost quicker than my way, which is kind of crazy.