I never want to forget these days.
They are long and hard and I’m a stinky mess by the end of the day. But I never want to forget the way they follow me around the house. How a closed bathroom door means absolutely nothing to them 😉 I never want to forget that all they want is to share their world with me and give their world to me because they need me for everything. I never want to forget the way she is taking it all in.
I never want to forget that even with an early morning cartoon treat, the girls go running down the hallway (pushing and shoving because everything is a win-lose competition around here) when I announce I am going to get Soren or Amelie. I never want to forget their sweet, high-pitched voices saying “good morning” and how we all congregate in 1 bedroom or another singing, rocking in the rocking chair, helping each other get undressed, and dressed, and how they smother each other, ok, how Alizea smothers the other 3 with hugs and kisses until a less than patient threat ends the frustration. I never want to forget the joy they bring to my life.
I never want to forget how she is the most content in my arms. Even if I haven’t brushed my hair in days. Even if I have morning breath, or coffee breath, or stinky pits because I’ve already broken a sweat by 10am. 😉
I never want to forget the days when empty cartoons of milk are put back in the fridge and bottles are made with coffee because Daddy and I are slightly sleep deprived. I never want to forget the way we understand and empathize with the other because we can’t complete a full sentence if our life depended on it. Indeed, my hands are full. My life is full. And yes, they are worth the sleepless nights and calloused hands from carrying a 20 pound car-seat around with one arm because that’s her preferred method of falling asleep and sore arms from holding a 30 pound toddler around with the other arm while carrying said car seat around.
I never want to forget that these days, albeit challenging are the best days of my life.