Almost exactly 4 and a half years ago, Billy, Tucker, Tanner, and I brought home what we
thought would be the final member of the Kirk family. Tate was and is a blessing and has made us laugh, cry (he throws Lego's sometimes), and give thanks daily for turning this family of four into a family of five. Tate was the icing on the cake, the final chapter in my child-bearing years. Well, you know what they say, if you want to make God laugh tell him your plans for the future. I guess we spoke too loudly of the "last" child, laughed a little too loudly when folks asked if we would try again for a girl. Because God not only laughed, I'm pretty sure he giggled, smirked, and may have even cackled when we brought home this 4th bundle of boy home to make our family of five a family of six. At 5:46 am on January 2, the world stopped for just a tiny second and we laughed, smiled, giggled, wept, and gave thanks for the best "surprise" in life.
So once I got over the shock of being pregnant again and Billy and I got over the shock of starting over again with diapers, sleepless nights, and a fifth jog stroller, we were pretty happy. Two boys are fun, three are more fun, and for a football family like we are, four boys gives you just enough players for the line in a 4-3 defense. And really, isn't that the important stuff?
So now, just two weeks in,I find myself packing a diaper bag instead of a Gucci bag, completing my miles behind a Baby Jog, and spending 3 am blogging instead of sleeping. Truett has already stolen my heart, wrapped three little boys around his little fingers, and even has Daddy prepping for the day when the Falcons' defensive line sports 4 jerseys that all say Kirk. Surely that guarantees me a suite on the Georgia Dome 50 yard line or at least a spot in a Campbell's Chunky Soup commercial.
