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...I'm in it, I mean really in it, this season of life is crazy, and part of me wants to skip it sometimes, but this is it! These are the days, aren't they? The ones that we'll talk about in our clean quiet home, with crisp sheets, and freshly shampooed hair as we wish for one more night; just one more night to hear the sound of little footsteps coming down the hall, and tiny warm bodies jammed between us in our laundry filled bed.
This child threw the widows to my life wide open, letting the most magnificent light come crashing in, to her I will always be grateful.
I don't know where the time has gone, but it has taken with it the remnants of new life. So I'll store moments like these away in my memory, for the time when she goes to school for the first time, or drives her first car, or has a heart old enough to be broken, or moves away, or for when she bares babies of her own.
Never have I dreamed so big.
Never have I loved so hard.
Never have I been so loved.
Never has my heart been so full.
Never has my heart been split amongst souls.
Never has my life had so much meaning
My hope? That leading by example will give my girls a drive. I want them to know that they CAN do anything they set their mind to, that they have a choice in this world. Whatever it is, whatever their dream, do it, and do it well!
When I'm not looking she grows, did you see it?! I know it's happening, because every morning I look over and there's a new chubby roll, and an extra inch added to my smiling baby.
A mountain of firsts, mixed with the sorrow of knowing that they will never happen again brings a smile to my face. Time ticks away and their breathing gets heavy as they drift into their dreams...suddenly I realize that 'these are the days.'