Project 365- Day 142

This little monkey is going to be three in just seven short weeks!
I am stunned at how fast it has all flown by. One day she was a tiny baby cooing in my arms and the next she was walking around the house in plastic heels and a tutu saying, "Where's my purse mommy?"
Huh?
It seems like the older I get the faster the days go by.

I am trying to live in the moment and enjoy both of my kids and I really do enjoy being with them. But part of me also feels like we are not totally complete.
Does every mom feel this way?
I have known my husband since I was sixteen.
But it was not God's plan for us to be together until later in life.
I don't think He expected me to spend most of my 20s getting my party on, but maybe I did have some growing up to do and certainly quite a bit of soul searching.
If we had gotten married much sooner I honestly think we would have been like the Duggars, only an immature, loud and sarcastic version of them.
This little girl would probably be child number fourteen instead of number two.
I began babysitting when was 13 because I loved being around children of all ages and I remember telling my mom that I wanted to have lots and lots of kids when I grew up.
I just didn't realize that it would take me until my thirties to grow up.
My husband had six natural kids in his family and a whole bunch of foster kids who became just like natural kids so he was used a large family and he could have easily adjusted to the idea.
But he was nervous every time I mentioned having each of our two children, mainly because he worried something might be wrong with one of them.
He personally counted each of the kids toes and fingers when they were born.
He is our resident worry wart.
No.
It is good we have the number of kids we have.
It is just the right amount of crazy for us.
But maybe one more would not hurt.
Right?