Lately all I want to do is hold my kids. I want to cuddle them, feel them, smell them. I miss them all day at work. I miss them when I put them to bed at night. Days go by when I feel like I haven't had enough time with them, then before I even realize it, we're already in September and the year is almost over.
The best part of my day is when I see their smiling faces again after I leave work. Sometimes before I start my day, I sneak into their rooms as quietly as I can, and give them kisses. Never missing an opportunity to say "I love you" before I head off for the day. Seeing them lay peacefully in their beds I often wonder how I got so lucky. I leave, and miss them all day, constantly watching the clock for that magic hour when I can see their beautiful faces, and ask how their day was.
My kids are lucky because they have Bill all morning until he leaves to work. I am thankful for that, and it eases my anxiety.
Last night I pulled Presley out of her bed. I wrapped her in a blanket and laid on the couch with her and Tyler. Taking in the moment. Watching her sleep, watching Tyler give her kisses and whisper how much he loves her.
I usually have this argument in my mind, whether I should take her out of bed or not, because I'm an over-thinker. If I wake her, and I can't get anyone to bed, I lose my bedtime which is pretty early. I made the right decision last night. Cuddling my kids, lights off, no TV, made my heart happy. Made all my worries melt away.
These little moments mean more than anything in the world.
I love these two little people so much.
|Bill caught us :)|