I know, now, that they won't actually stay little. After all, he's taller than I am.
They won't always need me to do everything for them.
Or to tuck them in every night.
And someday, they won't be living here anymore. Or all be around the table with us.
Maybe it's on my mind because I sorted thought EVERY PIECE of their clothing last weekend. And put away some things that are too small for everyone in our house.
Which makes me sad.
But then there are mornings like Friday, when the kids were out of school. When everyone wants to cook breakfast - instead of our usual cereal. And 18 scrambled eggs, a loaf of bread, toasted, a bag of bagels and 40 slices of bacon later, we were sitting down to breakfast. Oh. And hot chocolate. I forgot the hot chocolate.
Being together. Laughing. Having fun.
And yes, lots of trips to the grocery store.
But moments like these find my heart filled with gratefulness and joy. And maybe a little sadness that it won't last forever.
Life is good.