Tonight, I feel the need to venture away from my normal ramblings. It's nearing 1 AM , and I'm wide awake listening to my husband snore. This isn't necessarily an unusual occurrence. Years of being an EMT wife have turned me into an insomniac. Tonight I have so many thoughts and feelings running through my mind.
This is our sixth Christmas as parents. We now have 3 kids. I remember Liz's first Christmas. She was 10 months, and Colby and I sat eagerly under the tree as we assisted her in opening her gifts. We were so excited to share that with her. This year we will do the same with Brody. It's hard to believe we have had 6 beautiful Christmases with children. As Brody is likely our last baby, I'm trying to make an effort to just pause and enjoy the beauty of the moments.
Sometimes pausing means waking him up at 3 AM to smother him in kisses. It means midnight checks on the girls, and stopping whatever task I'm busy with to read them a book. When all is said and done my children won't remember the clean immaculate house, they will remember that mom read to them, laughed with them, and dreamed with them.
Life is fleeting. We blink and it's 6 years later. I want to live every beautiful precious moment. I want to smell the newness of Brody's head and cuddle with my 2 precious girls. I want them to say that their mom lived and loved. That she made a difference somewhere, somehow. I want them to tell people that their mom helped them dream. This life is short. Every second we breath is a miracle. Every sunset and sunrise is a blessing. We need to cherish those we hold dear and remember to pause and enjoy every single moment. So this Christmas hold your little ones near, take their pictures, smell their heads, and tell them that you love them.
This is our sixth Christmas as parents. We now have 3 kids. I remember Liz's first Christmas. She was 10 months, and Colby and I sat eagerly under the tree as we assisted her in opening her gifts. We were so excited to share that with her. This year we will do the same with Brody. It's hard to believe we have had 6 beautiful Christmases with children. As Brody is likely our last baby, I'm trying to make an effort to just pause and enjoy the beauty of the moments.
Sometimes pausing means waking him up at 3 AM to smother him in kisses. It means midnight checks on the girls, and stopping whatever task I'm busy with to read them a book. When all is said and done my children won't remember the clean immaculate house, they will remember that mom read to them, laughed with them, and dreamed with them.
Life is fleeting. We blink and it's 6 years later. I want to live every beautiful precious moment. I want to smell the newness of Brody's head and cuddle with my 2 precious girls. I want them to say that their mom lived and loved. That she made a difference somewhere, somehow. I want them to tell people that their mom helped them dream. This life is short. Every second we breath is a miracle. Every sunset and sunrise is a blessing. We need to cherish those we hold dear and remember to pause and enjoy every single moment. So this Christmas hold your little ones near, take their pictures, smell their heads, and tell them that you love them.
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