It seems like we are settling into the dailiness of school.
Homework, lunches....lost homework...forgotten lunches.
You know, the norm.
Before we know it we will be knee high in
Christmas decorations and the new year will be upon us.
Because somehow in these last few years, time has increased its pace.
Winging through seasons. Flying past holidays. Leaping over birthdays.
I remember when the boys were babies and I was sleep deprived
and hopped up on coffee sometimes one morning could feel like
a whole year dragging out in its endless feedings, diaper changes,
and piles of laundry.
I remember someone telling me,
"Hold on to these times...Enjoy these little ones. It goes by in a flash."
Of course, I don't remember who it was who told me that
because I was sleep deprived and hopped up on coffee.
This morning, when the sky was still dark, Jack came into the room.
"Mom, can I get in bed with you?"
I mumbled something incoherent.
He got in.
A few minutes later, Will trotted in,
"Can I sleep in here, too?"
He took the foot of the bed, stretching out the length of him, long and lean.
It wasn't long before, I felt a small body wedging itself between Jack and
me...the baby never asks permission.
Addie feels sleeping with Mom and Dad is his right.
For just a few moments, time slowed down.
In the warmth of drowsy boys and the darkness of a cloudy sky it
was quiet. Peaceful.
And I remembered that advice of the wise forgotten sage of my early
So....I enjoyed it.