Five

So we are absolutely thrilled and terrified at the thought of another Clemens child in the house. I mean, I flip-flop between feelings of elation and insanity when I stop to ponder the reality of it all. I mean, It's a whole other journey, story, life, that we are blessed to be forming and nurturing.

I don't know why I get scared about a fifth child. When you think about it, five is not that big of a number. I usually complain if I get only 5 french fries or 5 M&M's..5 minutes is not a long time, 5 fingers would be too little, 5 pairs of underwear would be a disaster (ewh), not to mention if one only had 5 teeth to brush. 5 jelly beans would be a crime in an Easter Basket, and 5 minutes in the presence of Jesus would not be nearly long enough. When our newest child comes along, I'll be blessed with 5 smiles when I serve them ice cream and 5 goodnight kisses everyday. I'll look forward to 5 saying "I Love You Mom!" on Mother's Day and 5 peaceful slumbering children in their beds to peer at. Some mornings I'll have 5 jumping on my bed and 5 singing songs in the car. 5 giggling, 5 waking on Christmas Morning, 5 telling me their secrets and hopes, 5 praying for me when my life is almost over.

5 is sounding better and better. It just depends on your perspective.