Even in Utah, I get looks from strangers, at the size of my family. If they dare to ask how old all of the kids are...their eyes get even wider.
"Don't you know what causes that?"
-Why yes, I'm actually quite educated and I'm aware of how babies are made.
"Why did you have them so close together?"
-Well, it's what worked best for my husband and I...thank you, for your concern!
"Isn't it hard?"
-Absolutely. Most things worth doing, are.
"How do you do it?"
-Lots of duct tape and alcohol. Don't worry, we don't let the kids drink. Much.
"Are you done?"
-Well, you know, I hadn't run my family planning by you yet, so I wasn't sure...what do you think?
Don't worry, I don't actually get snippy with anyone. But, I won't lie...sometimes people's comments irk me.
I love my family. I love the legacy that Josh and I have created. It is a lot to handle and sometimes we feel overwhelmed, but even at our lowest points, we would never change what we have. We have been through a lot together. We already have so many memories. Happy memories. Sad memories. Good memories. Bad memories. Many more memories to come.
I don't ever feel like I'm restricting my kids, because we have such a large family. We may not be able to go on grand vacations to European countries, but I love making s'mores around a campfire and getting the sticky kisses after. We may not own a luxurious house, but we own a loving home, that my children feel comfortable and safe in. We may not do private schools, own fancy cars, have massive trust funds set up, or have the typical 1.8 children...
...but we have love, laughter, joy, excitement, surprises and hope...times FIVE.
Plus, knowing that no matter how much they fight...deep down...they really do care about each other. They laugh, more than they cry. They giggle, more than they argue. They play, more than they fight. They love...and that means I've done my job.