Five Children or Burr Family of Five?

So The Man and I were talking no too long ago about how I had always wanted five children. For some reason, in my head, five was always the perfect number. I am still not able to recollect why I chose the number five, but five was sublime. I look at my life now and I have no idea how on earth I could fit 2 more children in. I have three and there are nights when I am laying in bed wondering if I loved each one enough. Did I kiss and hug them enough? Did I spend enough "one on one" time with each one? Did I smile enough? Did we dance and sing enough? Did everyone get the amount of attention to satisfy? I think anytime a family has more than one child these questions arise, and as more and more children are added to the equation, the answers become much more dire.

So here I am, surrounded by babies and bottles and therapy and preschool activities and poopie cloth diapers and laundry and pull-ups and soiled clothing and meals and I know that the best five for me is The Burr Family of Five.