Tonight, I was reading books with Lou and Ames after their bath, (Goodnight Loon & The Hungry Caterpillar are among the favorites again), and I had a moment.
From cozy robes after the tub, to lotion, and fuzzy pjs, the evening chaos had finally calmed down enough for some quiet time.
We sat in our dimly lit living room, cuddled under a soft, orange and white pumpkin blanket. I could feel the tickle of both sets of their little toes on my legs, as I sat criss-crossed with a book in hand.
As I read the lines, “Goodnight lakes, Goodnight Air”… and paused for a dramatic effect before turning to the last page, I took a glance at the face’s of my two, beautiful babes.
Both of them seemed to be holding their breath, knowing the last line was coming next, (“Goodnight Northwoods everywhere” ), both of their eyes wide and bright, even though they were both so sleepy.
And as I read the of the book out loud, little smiles crept into the corners of their mouths, and by the time I finished reading the line, shouts of “The End!” echoed throughout our living room. (It’s always a race who can say it first).
Those moments.
So simple, but so incredibly special.
Time is so fleeting.
I take those moments for granted. I know someday I will forget the craziness of after bath, naked, laps around my office. I will forget the image of Lou wrapped up in her colorful unicorn robe, singing to her reflection in the bathroom mirror. I will forget the squishy, Ames hugs in my lap, refusing to put on his pjs, (literally squeezes me into a hug at every attempt to lay him down to put on his diaper and jammies). I will forget the marching parades as all five of us make our way downstairs for blankies and loveys and their 20 minutes of movie-time before bed.
I don’t want to forget those moments, but I know time will take them from me eventually. Especially because I take them for granted in the day to day, life routine.
But for now, I’ll share them here, in hopes they’ll live forever.
Thanks for being here, lovelies
