Miss This

You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
-Trace Adkins "You're Gonna Miss This"

Emerging from a rough season of sickness after sickness, 

emotional exhaustion, physical brokenness, 

I do know I will miss this.  

Maybe not the sickness, exhaustion, and brokenness, 

but the little moments in between.

While I do not love that a white box of baby wipes is the centerpiece on our kitchen table
among paperwork, computers, and crumbs, I am happy that we have a table to sit around as a family. I will miss it when life gets too crazy or sports, friends, and work interfere with family dinners.

While the piles of books on the floor day after day drive me crazy, I love that I have two little ones who have access to a well-stocked children's library and will likely love learning.  I will miss it when my boys think they are too big to present me with a book and plop down in my lap to listen to their favorite story for the tenth time in one day.

While urgent care visits and blood marring the face of my first born are admittedly one of my least favorite things, I am glad to have great care providers - and a calm husband and a brave boy.  I will miss the days when a hug from Mommy and a stuffed-Rex snuggle cannot fix the hurt that the world will bring.

When dishes get stacked up and laundry baskets overflow, I find peace in playing on the floor, holding a grumpy toddler, and listening to my five year old sing the same song {incorrectly, but adorably} twenty times in a row.  These are the moments I will miss.

The happy.

The sad.

And all the crazy in between.

I'm gonna miss this.

18 Months

A year and a half - unbelievable.

Even though he is more 'big boy' than baby, 

I have cherished just a few more nights of 'wok-wok' 

- rocking the sweet boy to sleep.

He is easily half (almost exactly) half of my height,

but fits so perfectly against my chest.

Sweet little hands that mimic mine rubbing his back; 

chubby fingers grabbing mine to rest on his cheek; 

open mouth breathing leaving puddles of drool on my shoulder.

Precious, quiet moments.

When he is not still or quiet,

he is laughing at Alekzander's shenanigans,

chasing after Syra, 

or wrecking shelves of organized books or toys!

Elmo, books, gorillas, and balls remain favorites.

He knows every book in the house that has a "rilla" in it

and walks around with at least one Elmo book in his hand at all times.

Strawberries, blueberries, bread and "noo-els" are consumed often and voraciously.

Brother hugs are met with resistance 50% of the time.

"No" has become a favorite phrase - especially when he's being silly.

Silly happens often!

Unbelievable - this little human whom we love with all our hearts.