My, how life can change!

In recent conversations Tim and I have had with friends we've giggled as people ask us what we think of our new life. I say that with some wit because Cameron's life is the new life. Our life is still our life, it's just a new adventure with him in it.  Our new life, a.k.a. Cameron, is fantastic.  I certainly know what I think of this new version of a Benton World, but sometimes I watch Tim as he answers our friends questions about how life has changed. They say they want to know if it's everything we thought it was going to be, but deep down I wonder if they aren't more curious about how we handle the changes. They want to know if we're still "cup half full" kind of people or what the "real" story is.

I'll tell you this...

We'll always be "cup half full" kind of people. We know far too many people that live happy lives thankful for everything even in hardships and intense lives.  We'll always be "cup half full" kind of people because we look up, we look forward and we laugh. We laugh a lot.
                       

We know better than to pretend we have a white picket fence. We may joke about living on Wysteria Lane, but we aren't Wysteria Lane, cookie-cutter, perfect kind of people. We dig chaotic imperfection.

Our life since Little B is beautifully messy. It's a normal day In a Benton World when Dad is rapping, Mom is dancing in the kitchen and there are shoes in just about every room of the house. We are loud. Typically you'll hear country music playing downstairs, old school rap upstairs and Cameron and I singing Disney tunes from the bathtub.  There's hair everywhere. Usually it's dog hair, but lately you'll more than likely find mine because I'm shedding like crazy. (I'm told I have some baby hairs to look forward to that will grow back in place - Oh the joy!)  More than likely you'll find a pacifier under the couch and probably a few toys under the covers of our bed.  No one wants to pick up the dog poop in the backyard and no one remembered to refill the toilet paper after they used the last "ticket".

Our life before Little B was more like a silent chatter. I know that probably makes very little sense, but that's my intention.  Do I miss things from life before Little B? Eh it's still the same life. Sure I have to plan a bit more, spontaneous happy hours with Tim or a night out dancing aren't as simple as they used to be. But they aren't gone. It's just adding a little imagination and coordinating.  My favorite part of all:  we really think about what we want to do, where we want to go and how we want to spend our time. Little B has become the unspoken rule.

That's how it's supposed to be though. I'll stick with the beautiful mess. It fits nicely around here.