28 years

What does 28 look like to me?

28 looks like scattered sippy cups,

Cereal on the floor
It looks like nearing 38 weeks of pregnancy, my third baby in 4 years.
Night lights, blocks, a house that shows the signs of so many children, and a mom who never quite keeps up.
Who probably won’t ever keep up,

But tries.

It is wrinkled t shirts and yoga pants

unwashed hair, and tired eyes.
It looks like morning snuggles, toddler shrieks.
Whispered I love you’s
And shouts of NO.
Tickle fights,
And make believe.
It’s fierce pride in the little people you’ve created
But also heartbreak in every year and milestone as they grow.
It is princess parties
And mud puddles.

It isn’t perfect.

 It’s always messy.

And I won't take a second of it for granted.