I always knew I wanted a larger family. Somewhere along the line, I reasoned that three kids would bring just the right amount of noise to our family rhythm, and that is exactly the number we were blessed with.
Our house is frequently chaotic. A few days ago, there were five children — my three and two of their friends — making the rounds in and around the house. I prepared lunch for all of them. Evidence of imagination decorated my cozy living room. The Legos rattled. The dryer hummed. The TV talked. My heart swelled.
There are many extras in life I would love to slough off, pare down, and smooth out, and I have, in fact, been doing just that. But when it comes to the lives within and around my own little life, I only want more.