Today we announced to my husband’s extended family that we were pregnant. My shirt was a huge hit, the boys really liked it. We went to a playground that reminded me of one I grew up playing at in Virginia. It was a wooden castle with lots to do for the kids.

We were there for an hour and a half running after the boys, pushing them on the swings, and watching how dizzy they got after the tire swing.

Afterwards we got ice cream with them and it was just such a nice outing. With more promises to do it again sometime soon.

It all made me realize that our kid will grow up close to his family. It made me so happy to think about how when they are older, they will be friends and they will run around together at a playground or even go to the same school.

At the same time, it also made me sad at the same time because they won’t be so close with my family. Between distance of Michigan, no one having kids their age, and the fact that they aren’t the most reliable bunch was enough to bring some tears to my eyes.

Even though they won’t be as close, I’m okay with it. Because they will get to know the sweet souls on their dad’s side of the family and people that will truly show up for them.

I suppose that’s all you really need.