Wednesday, September 30, 2009
You know that time of night when the kids are long-since sleeping and you have a million things you've been waiting to do all day but all you want to do is go into the little one's room and pick him up in his sleepy warm snuggly goodness and nuzzle your nose into that chubby little place where his cheek meets his neck? And then you want to go into the big boy's room and pick him up, gangly legs and all, and hold him like he used to let you do before he became a "big boy" and sing him a quiet silly song and hold his sweet little hand? And then you wish there was a way to make them stop growing up so fast - not forever, but just for a little bit. Just until you got tired of crawling around on the kitchen floor and building lego tractors and calling all food "na-nas"and laughing together about things that nobody else would understand ... And then you realize that all the things you wanted to get done tonight aren't really important at all and that you have a wonderful life and you just love your kids so much it hurts. And you decide to go to bed and skip the ironing and get some sleep so you can do it all over again tomorrow. And you're looking forward to it. You know what I mean? I love that time of night.