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Bringing more light into my life

Well, you all know the big news now: Willow is going to have a baby brother or sister soon.
The baby is due at the end of May. We don't know the gender yet, but we're going to find out soon. Cherish and I will let everyone know what we're expecting.
Now I have to be honest with you. I'm on a roller coaster of emotions here. My hormones are dipping and rising as fast as Cherish's are right now. Of course I'm happy to have another child on the way. I can't be happier, really, but on some days, when I'm having a tough time with Willow, I get tired.
"Oh, my God! There are going to be two of these things running around soon!"
I feel like collapsing and just staying there, prone on the floor, sleeping for a very long time.
Of course, I don't know what I'm in for, but if I don't get too wrapped up in the running-around-and-chasing-the-toddler-and-her-baby-sibling thinking, and accentuate the positive, I can fend off those tired thoughts.
Willow is a good and caring person, and her light shines in my life as brightly as her mother's. I'm sure the next kiddo is going to have a similar brightness, and I will be a better person for it.
Let me relay to you a story from Willow and I leaving the YMCA today:
As we headed for the door, Willow took the time to hug a little boy, then she went up to every person in the play area, kid or adult, and said "bye-bye" to them. Then she said "bye" to every person we met on the way out of the building. She nor I knew any of these people, but they each warranted a special gesture from my little girl.
If Willow weren't in my life, I wouldn't have looked a singled one of these special strangers in the eye; I'd look down and huff on by. But because of my toddler girl, I made eye contact with each of them, and I smiled.
My day was better for it. I was better for it. And I'm sure each of these folks was touched in some way. Even the grumpy-looking ones.
You might think this is a very tiny thing to have happened to me, but it isn't. This was a very big thing. I have grown.
Because of Willow.
As for now, I only can imagine how Willow's sibling is going to affect my life, and the lives of others.
But I'm imagining big, big things ahead.

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