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I love the new view when I look in my rearview mirror. Being able to see all of those shiny, happy faces smiling back at me gives me warm fuzzies. It is a beautiful picture.
But I am not afraid to admit to you all that I cried while I was taking Grace's pretty pink babyseat out of the car. It seemed like the end of an era. The last of the baby years is quickly fading and all of the evidence is being cast aside.
It is a good thing that Todd has put his foot down and decided that four (he was perfectly happy with TWO) is our final number because otherwise right about now I would be plotting our next child. Then before you know it we would be buying our very own supersized van to haul our children around. And sooner or later I would be confused with Michelle Dugger (our only differences would be our hair and perhaps the fact that there is NO WAY I would be as sweet and calm as Michelle Dugger) as I lug my 20 children around in our family bus.
But these are MY four children. And I know how lucky I am.
I just love my rear view.