It's all worth it

All the nights of interrupted sleep.

All the shirts that will forever have the faint stain left behind by spit up.

All the exhaustion.

All the outfits ruined by a blowout.

All the endless loads of laundry.

All the diapers and binkis and onesies and socks and burp cloths.

It's all worth it.

Besides my husband heard somewhere that your oldest son

is the one who will pick out your nursing home and your

youngest daughter is the one who

will come see you.

All our hope is in her.

It's so worth it.