…#2 came along. Although she is equally as precious and comparably lovable, shopping was a menace, my quiet time diminished and being on time became nearly impossible.  And now, there are 3.  My house is a mess, the laundry is piled high, my bathroom shower is growing a fungus, and being on time is now a thing of the past.  Sleep doesn’t exist, insanity is familiar, and stress is now the norm.

Many women choose not to have children because of the exact reasons I wrote above.  I mean, lets face it, getting a shower in to your day with children is a modern day miracle.  But regardless of my expensive makeup being thrown into the toilet, or my nice Nordstroms’ shirt being pooped upon, it’s all too worth it.  We’ve got 3 times the giggles, 3 times the snuggles, and 3 times the joy.  And I wouldn’t trade my life for the world. 

Two hundred plates were served. And for some, second helpings were a gratified option.  It was amazing, fulfilling, and touching.

I sat at the piano in the corner and started taking requests.  Billy Joel, The Entertainer, and the Superman theme were a hit, but my favorite request was from a certain southern gentleman.  His face was perfectly chiseled from time, and his laugh was completely contagious.   He thanked me for my music, and simply requested that I make 2011 magical.  I shook his hand, nodded my head and assured him that I would do my best.

But what I realized is that on the first day of 2011, that very moment, was already magical.

I was with friends and family who chose to forget about their own lives for a few hours.  I was with pre-teenage boys who were ecstatically serving.  And I was surrounded by humble people who reminded me that simplicity, prayer and gratitude are indispensable.

Here’s to you, Mr. Mississippi man.  2011 is off to a great and magical start.