Dear little ones,
You are already 2.5 (okay, almost 3- sob) and 1… how, how, how? I know, time passes, we age, but it feels like just yesterday you were both my tiny, 6 pound babies that needed me half the time, and slept the days away the other half. Now, you are running, screaming, laughing little monsters (I say that in the most affectionate way, of course) and I’m wishing time would just slow down.
It’s funny, because I am so excited for you guys to hit your milestones, to be able to do fun things like sports and talking and the big roller coasters at Disney World, but in between all those big moments, the little moments are passing too fast for this mama’s heart. Every night’s sleep closes the door on one more night of your baby-hood, and opens a door to your childhood. You won’t be my little ones forever, and that scares me.
What about when you don’t want to sleep with me anymore? What about when you’re too cool to give me a kiss before school? What about when you choose your friends over me? What about when our morning dance parties are lame? How will I know when you’ve decided your done being my little ones, and you’re ready to be my big kids? Oh man, I just don’t think I’m ready.
Luckily, I think I have a lot of time left judging how I can’t get y’all out of my bed no matter how hard I try, and how you still cry for us when you need or want something, and how you still tell me I’m your “best sister”, Anissa. I do just wish I could bottle some of these moments though and keep them forever. And then I remember how excited I am for your futures, how much I am looking forward to seeing you guys succeed and thrive in life, as my little ones, then kids, then young adults, into adulthood. We have your whole lives ahead of you, and I am so stinking blessed to get to keep you guys forever. But still, can time slow down, just a little bit?