I'm sitting here looking at a picture of my boys when they were 2 and 4. They are grinning at me, ear to ear, dressed in PJ's and looking so stinking precious I could scream. And I have to ask myself....where has the time gone? They are nearly 7 and 5 now, sharing their uber busy lives with a 21 month old sister, and changing and growing day by day. I notice it in the way their legs have gotten so long, in the way they don't need me to cut up their pancakes for them, in the way they are pronouncing things more clearly...it is bittersweet, I think, this growing up business. On one hand I pat myself and praise the Lord that they are healthy and strong and intelligent. On the other hand I want to hold them and snuggle and smell their sweaty boy hair and keep them tucked close to me. I am so blessed to be their mother. So lucky to get to call them my sons.
So tonight I will just sit here and praise God that He loved me so much that He allowed me to grow these boys in my belly, that He allowed me to birth them and nurse them and love them so much that at times my heart genuinely aches...
And I will sneak in their room on my way to bed I will kiss their sweet, freshly bathed faces, and I will know that I really am the luckiest woman on the planet.
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