I love serene, Sunday mornings with my
babies. Sundays are truly a day of
rest in our home. No prior obligations,
no school, no therapy, no sports- just family, and the memories we wish to make
on this day. The boys have both developed horrible upper respitory infections, barking coughs, asthma and are a little extra snuggly today.
Theys are both well rested and happy, yet they
are still sleepy enough that they want to sit in my lap and cuddle. It is in these quiet moments that memories
of childhood are made.
This morning we baked a gluten free coffee cake
before cuddling on the couch. The smell
of safe, aromatic foods waft through the kitchen and throughout the house. I lit a few candles on a high countertop and
played some soft music. Then we sat
down to enjoy a quiet, “unplugged” morning.
The boys cuddled closely in my arms and we read story after story after
story.
Without a shadow of doubt, it is these moments I
will long for when they are older and I am sitting there with an empty
lap. I know I will look back on these
moments and miss the sounds of their innocent questions and the purity of their
squeals of laughter. Who knows? I just might miss the feelings
of tiny, sharp elbows being mashed into me as they change positions and
hardback books being knocked into my face as they figure out who’s turn it is
to turn the page. But without a doubt,
I will miss their heads on my shoulders as they both play with my hair and
listen to my story telling. I will miss
the scent of their shampooed hair. I
will miss them wanting to climb in my lap.
But for now, I am so thankful for now.
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