3 weeks and 3 yearsThe other day I had a rough one.
Aiden was being good but very touchy, talky, and in my space.
Tristan wouldn't stop
I cried a little, got really frustrated and finally just went to bed.
The next day I had a counseling appointment and a holistic healing appointment
and when I got home I felt A-MAZING!
Then when my boys were clingy I could actually appreciate it.
Especially in the midst of a local family losing 2 of their 3 children in a violent storm.
I soaked in every moment of my oldest holding onto my arm
and my youngest nursing and sleeping cuddled in my arms.
I try to remember to love when my son comes in at 7am to crawl in the now empty side of my bed and relax in the dark with me until I finally drag myself to an upright position.
And I do.
I love having cuddly boys.
They make me feel complete.
I love the messes they make, their cries, their little hands that seem to get every where, I love their smiles, and I love knowing they are all mine.
I'm trying to soak in every moment I can because I know that they are passing way too fast.
And I don't want to miss a thing.