Saturday McCabey and I went on a run while James had the other boys help him with a scouting activity. Since McCabe's coat was in the car with James, I riffled through our coat closet for an alternative and found this little red number that he has since outgrown. As you can see, Baby Cabe was thrilled with how manly I made him look. Since we are moving soon-ish, we have started getting rid of things that we no longer will need and as I took these pictures of McCabe, I felt a little melancholy knowing that this would be the last time I would see him in his gnome-wear.

 It dawned on me today that I have three little boys. I have been well aware of their gender this whole time but what baffles me is how they are all little boys now and not babies. All three are safe on stairs. All three eat solid foods. All three face forward in their car seats, and all three run around and play with each other and get into all sorts of mischief. The last little while I had been feeling much more content with only being able to have children but now that McCabe is creeping away from baby-hood, the reality of our small family size is hitting me again. I know I should be feeling just fine with my men but since I came from a family of seven kids, three feels like it could get lonely too fast. No matter how blessed we are, when something doesn't meet our expectations it is easy to wonder.

But then I am reminded of the scripture in Mormon 5: 23 that reads: "Know ye not that he are in the hands of God? Know ye not that he hath all power..." It brings peace to know that whatever our situation and whoever we are, we are in the hands of a loving Heavenly Father who knows what is best for us and wants us to be happy. If we keep trusting and keep looking for His hand in all things, I know that we will be.

Why am I so quick to feel robbed when I have this little munchkin to dote on? I am already far more blessed than I ever could have dreamed.