Becoming the Von Trapps

Wow!  Our son is 5 months old today.  What?!  People always say how quickly children grow up.  I realize that 5 months is still pretty young, but not when it feels like just yesterday that I first laid eyes on him.  That said, I've forgotten the first weeks of no sleep and constant crying.  I'm living in the bliss of spending my days with the most awesome human being God has ever made.  He's all smiles, laughs, and he is picking up new skills almost constantly.  One of the best things:  he LOVES to hear me sing.  If he's crying, I can sing "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes" like I'm in the broadway rendition of Cinderella, complete with a gigantic smile and broad hand gestures, and my baby thinks it's the best thing in the world!  Why does this mean so much?  Well, when I do this in the car, my husband tells me I'm trying to sing badly.  Um, no!  That's my best voice!  The one I reserve for when I imagine myself auditioning for a musical.  So, since I seem to have Sam's approval, I'm now looking to have six more babies and start my own Sound of Music.  My hubby fits the role of the reluctant captain to a T.  He does not like to sing.  I tell him he's missing out on most of life's joy by not dancing around and singing his heart out.  I know I just have to draw it out of him.  In all seriousness though, I love being a mom.  I love it so much that right now I really can envision a house full of kids.  

Talk to me at 3 am when I'm feeding my babe or when the house is a mess and I can't catch up on laundry and maybe I'll be singing a different tune, but for right now, in this moment, I'm basking in the wonderful privilege that it is to be a mom.