Full of life.

I was nursing Sophie tonight (have you noticed yet how much of my life revolves around nursing this child??) and I realized that my house is now full. Each bedroom has an occupant. Not that Sophie will spend the night in hers for a while, but she does nap there. I thought about this for a second and realized that this was not a safe, comforting thought like it would be if I were sharing this house with two more adults.

It's actually pretty scary. I am responsible for two little lives in separate bedrooms from me. I realized that no matter how old they get, I will always be a teeny bit scared that they are away from me, even if it's only by 10 or 20 feet. Or maybe I won't when they become teenagers.

Then I looked around the room. Chris was in his bed, Izzy was in his, and Sophie and I were on the couch. Directly across from me in the green chair lay Gammie, our black dog, catty-corner from her was Crony Bob, our cat, appropriately enough, and then catty corner from both him and me in the brown chair lay Deltie, our spotted dog.

I was surrounded by life. It's a very content feeling. That's what kids and pets bring to a house. Life. Thank goodness. Because peace and cleanliness are gone forever.