Ah, youth. Even though I am a mere 28 years old I feel like I am growing older by the day. What do they say? Living to Die?
A bit depressing, but not my intention of this post. I have 1 and 3 year old boys. They are growing so fast! I feel like the sand from our hourglass is slipping right through my hands as I madly try to grasp it. I have loved every (well, ALMOST every) second spent with them since the moment they were placed in my arms. Even though time has just gotten better I still wish I could feel the weight of a newborn, and smell my babys' breath again.
I love how animated and full of energy they are. I love how they sing at the top of their lungs and dance in the kitchen with me. I love the passion and energy they feel for something as mundane as helping me put the laundry into the washing machine. I love how much fun they have going on a car ride and the joy the experience when they see a concrete mixer or dump truck. I want to remember each and every moment. I wish I could pause, rewind, and play back moments from my life whenever I wished. Or maybe, just maybe, it is fleeting moments that make life so treasured.