Am nearly giddy with freedom as the boys head off on their own adventures and I am left with the house to myself for 48 hours. Alone, save for one clingy black dog & an expanding belly containing a future break-dancer. Have suddenly acquired severe ADD and can't seem to decide what to do first. I want to clean the entire house and organize everything we own. And make bagels. And work on the photo books that I have been meaning to do the past few months (okay, years!) And watch movies & read books. And... lay down for a nap because all of that is really way too much to fit into 48 precious hours.
|Thank you Honey for the amazing cupcakes... and for my birthday dinner!|
Woke up to find a 42-year old staring back at me in the mirror. How the heck did that happen? I swear just a few years ago I was 17 and ready to head out into the world. Or was it a couple of months ago when I was 24 & I started my first "real" job? Or a few days ago when I was 32 and met the love of my life? Because I am quite certain that just yesterday I was only 41.
I make it a point in my life to never wish away time. Even in the dentist chair or during something not-so-pleasant... I truly believe that each second we have is that precious. Too precious to waste or wish sped-up or passed through. But the urge to freeze time? To stop it and hold it in my hands/head/heart for just a little bit longer... now that comes over me on an almost daily basis. Those times when you wish you could push the cosmic hold button & savor sweetness for one more moment. But all we can do is breathe deeply & tell ourselves "remember this. This is good."
Driving to pick up the boys I am refreshed & excited. As I pull into the driveway I have that butterfly-stomach-kind of excited that I will soon see my littles. It always amazes me the way I can miss them so terribly while still thoroughly enjoying my time away. That the two conflicting emotions are so comfortably fused inside a mother's heart. There is no sweeter reunion than the excited hugs & enthusiastic greetings of two little boys who have been out on their own adventures. Adventures to magic places called the Funky Monkey and the big park and the back-yard.
|Quinn has always loved his books... right now he is totally into all things Curious George.|
|Ever his father's son... Remy decided to take his bike apart so he could "fix" it.|
Thank you Grandmas for making my annual break possible!