Someday

I cannot begin to tell you how many people tell me how cute the kids are. Especially the girls. Usually it's on a day when they've been especially naughty, and I respond with, "mmm hmmm", because what I really want to say is "if you only knew". The other thing people always tell me is to enjoy this time with the kids, because someday I'll miss it. Really?

I don't think I'm going to miss the crying and whining that comes out of Sarah, oh yes and all the yelling that has begun since school started as well, or all the questioning and doubting that comes out of Andy because he is positive he knows more than me. I am definitely not going to miss potty training, or the lack thereof, or the strong sense of independence that goes with turning two.

So, even though I know it's true because everybody says it, I often find it difficult to believe that I'm going to miss the time that we are going through right now. It's kind of like when people tell you your life is going to change immeasurably when you have children, you can't believe or understand what they are saying until you are finally there.

However, the other day Amanda woke up early and I grabbed her from her bed and pulled her into bed with Charlie and me. She snuggled up next to me, breath in my neck, and fell asleep. As I lay there next to her, trying to get back to sleep myself, I realized that there are a few things those people are right about. I will miss cuddling in bed with my tiny, innocent daughter, who only wants one thing in the world, and that is to be close to Mommy and Daddy.

That is one thing that I will never get tired of.