Right now, I am head-deep in the honeymoon phase with my newest little love.  With my whole entire family, actually.  I can’t stop staring at my beautiful children, hugging them close (now that I finally can without a giant watermelon belly in the way), smelling the tops of their sweet little heads.  I can’t stop ooing and awwing over my Mr. Miller when he does things like brings me drinks to my bedroom, picks me up lunch everyday, holds that darling boy of ours, and sings our littlest girl to sleep while I can’t.  I mean.. I’ve got it bad.

We have been so blessed with love in this time, my sisters have rushed to my side to help me with my life while I stay cozy in bed with my fresh-from-heaven baby, meals from the sweetest friends have been delivered on regular rotation, my mother-in-law has stopped by daily to freshen up my house like magic, my dad has helped with every odd and end I need, and I have had an out-pouring of loving comments and calls and emails and texts.  I truly can’t think of a time I have felt more loved in my whole entire life – or a time that I have felt more love for the people surrounding me.

In the evenings, after dinner, I have my sweet family of six under my roof and I sit and stare and thank God over and over and over.  All I have ever wanted was to be a mama.  To have my own little (big) family.  It just feels like all my dreams have come true.