I Have Been Blessed

3 weeks and 3 years

The other day I had a rough one.
Aiden was being good but very touchy, talky, and in my space.
Tristan wouldn't stop crying screaming his head off, throwing up, or just be ok with me not holding him while...you know...I peed.
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.