Mama Shirley always says March comes in like a lion, out like a lamb. And she's always right. Snow one day, sunny and 70 the next. Tennessee, y'all.

Not to be too sentimental, but boy does this season of my life feel like the beginning of March. Full on lion. These littles. My house looks perpetually like three people much larger than they have spent their energy dumping everything we own into the floor. In every room. But I must admit, they get it honest. Chad almost didn't marry me when he saw my bedroom for the first time....but then he thought better of it.

Right now every need they have, I must meet. Every whim they entertain. Every frustration. Every hurt feeling. Every new experience. Every time they hate dinner. Every time they fall. Every big question about life.

I am the sun, and they orbit me like planets, pulled by gravity, never straying too far from the warmth.

And all I can think is, how did I hit this jackpot? I win. Yes, it's hard right now. It's exhausting to spill every drip of energy and then some into little people with big feelings that they've yet learned how to handle. It's a burden. And I'm tired. But it's a beautiful burden. These 2, 4, and 6 year-olds right here have saved me more than once. I'm just hoping I can get it right even a little bit. Because I know, in a rudely short amount of time, the lamb will come. The calm, quiet and clean house will be here. And I'm happy for that day when they roar into their own lives with fierce love and courage. So for now I'll wrestle with, entertain, and love this lion as long as they'll let me.

Two, Four, Six and Me | Kristen Rue Photography