I.W.A.N. stands for I Want A Newborn.
And although I have come to grips with five children being enough, it doesn't take away the ache in my heart for a newborn every once in a while...like when I see one. I imagine that sweet thing curled up on my shoulder and it takes my breath away for a minute. Or when I hear one crying (I'm sorry but newborn cries are about the cutest thing in the entire world). Or when I look around at my children and notice that they have all become giants.
There are two things in my house that keep my heart wishing for another newborn: 1) a little bottle of Johnson & Johnson's baby shampoo under the sink in my bathroom, and 2) a teeny, tiny pair of newborn socks mixed in with my own socks.
I don't know why they ended up there, but I can't seem to get rid of them when I come across them.
It doesn't make me sad to see them there, all lonely out of use. Instead it fills my heart with wonder that I got to do that. I got to have five of those miracles in my care. I got to bring them home from the hospital with me and drink in that sweet newborn scent. I got to watch them stretch and "talk to the angels" that were still so close to them. I got to watch them learn to coo and smile and laugh and gradually turn into these five children I adore with my heart spilling over.
I love newborns...and I love the people they become.
And I love that I got to hold my brother's newborn all weekend (above).