Time flies is an understatement. As the new year begins, it feels like time is going by too fast. I like time. At one point all I wanted was for it to move as sluggishly as possible. Then I wanted it to move fast because I so desperately wanted to feel better. And now, well, I would like it to pause for a second.
On Monday night I cried myself to bed, smiling and crying. A joyful combination. I watched every video of Emme. And re-watched. And re -watched. I watched her come home from the hospital. I watched her talk to me. I watched her nourish herself from the milk that flooded down by breasts. And once those weren’t enough, I replayed all my memories. Over and over again. It never is enough.
Eric held my hand and squeezed in silence. Most of the time, there is nothing to say. I choose to bask in the emotions. Whatever emotions they may be, sad ones, happy ones, ones that can’t be defined, they are emotions that allow me to feel. I, especially, love the emotions that Emme brings forth. It is in those moments that I feel the closest to her.
My little Giant reminds me to take in every second. Even the seconds when Nate is inconsolable because he isn’t tired  ( 😮 ) and naps are only for babies, not big boys! Nate waking up at midnight because he needs to go potty, proceeded  by a million questions of where everyone is (my favorite: why daddy didn’t wake up to take him potty with mommy?! ) followed by Elea waking at 4am to have a snuggle party. They are all moments I probably will not experience the exact same way I did last night 🙂
To midnight potty sessions and crack of dawn snuggle parties 🙂 All are welcomed.
Confessions of a Wife, Mother & Cook 