Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, give or take a few, that’s how much time has passed since our lives were changed forever. One year ago today, Eddie, Fletcher and I (along with anyone crazy enough to help us) set out on a wild ride. There have been tears and tantrums, dirty diapers and snotty noses, late nights and early mornings, bottles to clean and laundry to wash. But there have been just as many smiles and giggles, babbles and cutesy tricks, long naps and cuddles, hugs and kisses. Somedays it feels like we’re surrounded by cherubs others like we gave birth to the four men of the apocalypse (yes, Fletch often leads or joins the parade).
Before having triplets, when there was time for daydreaming and such, I had this futuristic fantasy that one day we’d all be outfitted with devices to surround us with the soundtrack of our lives. Something like an iPod but more spontaneous and without the little earbuds that fall out all the time. Since last year, I can’t help thinking that Once in a Lifetime by the Talking Heads would have been running on loop for us.
You may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
You may find yourself in a beautiful house with a beautiful wife
You may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?
How did we get here? Good luck, fate, sick joke? No matter how we got here, any way you slice it, we are surrounded by abundance. We have more than enough work and more love than anyone could ask for. Even after a year, I cannot help feeling that somehow we won the lottery. Life will never be boring or ordinary, and we couldn’t ask for more.
If I could ask for just a little more, maybe one triplet birthday wish for momma, it would be that by this time next year the soundtrack of our life be more like Pontoon by Little Big Town.