I have been thinking a lot about what it is I want to remember about this phase of my life when my children are grown. Just thinking of my children being grown up and moved away brings tears to my eyes - if I could keep them little forever I would. Days come and go so quickly and there is always so much going on, that I know that I won't remember every single detail, and I am pretty sure I won't really care about what I had for dinner or what park we played at. I really just want to remember the feelings - I want to remember how much love was felt in our house when we brought Decker home from the hospital. I want to remember how content and happy I was and how fulfilled I feel being a mother. I don't care to remember the exhaustion but I want to remember the positive energy and the sound of little feet running through the halls and little squishy hands squeezing my cheeks while I get a big wet kiss on the lips. I want to remember the joy in my kids' faces and hear the laughter coming from their bellies. I want to remember what it was like seeing things through my childrens' eyes and their wonder for the world. I want to remember the innocence. My family is my greatest joy and I don't want to take that for granted. I want to remember Sawyer and her crazy dance moves and Harper with the silly bink stuck in her face. I want to remember how my kids look at me for approval and how they light up when they know that they are getting attention from Marc and I. These are the days.
There is something about bringing a baby home for the first time that is magical. It is magic unlike any other. One of my most favorite memories was in the first few days of Decker's life and Sawyer was sitting on our bed holding her little brother and she whispered to him "I want to keep you forever." - that is music to a mama's heart.