Even on the craziest days — the times where I think “I don’t know if I could do this for 3 MORE HOURS’… where I come down from putting Sawyer to bed and see a sink full of dishes….a hamper full of dirty laundry, a dryer full of clothes that need folding…and never-ending crumbs staring back at me and I think, “I’ll never get ahead of this mess.” — I MORE OFTEN find myself in moments that take my breath away.
Moments that make me think just how blessed and lucky I am with this life I’ve been given. My simple, going-out to-dinner-and-a-movie-is-a-big-event life with my two boys.
The power one of these moments has cannot be described. It shakes me to my very core, rendering me speechless. It makes me want to stop time and bottle up the memories so I can live them over and over and over and over again. These moments aren’t grand or expensive. They aren’t elaborate or planned.
They are marveling at the moon. Giving doggy and froggy kisses. Reading Fox in Socks with gusto and in multiple voices. They are dancing around the living room. Flying to the ceiling. Chasing Daddy around the upstairs. Trying to splash Mommy in the bath. Laughing our heads off at silly faces.
They are cuddling up to my husband and watching mediocre TV. Catching his eye across the room when we’re both playing with Sawyer. Seeing his face at the end of the day.
They are sitting on the couch watching “Hickory Dickory Dock” videos together and watching a small hand find mine. Being told “Mommy looks beautiful!” when I come down the stairs in a new outfit — and then again when I change into stained sweats after work. They are being asked to “sing a song. Mommy!” and twirling my hair.
The truth is, I’ll never get ahead of the laundry and there will always, I repeat ALWAYS, be crumbs on my floor.
But I wouldn’t want it any other way.