Days that aren't even expected to be good. Joel is gone until Sunday and 4 1/2 days alone with the littles can be challenging, and mentally I was just feeling low last night. Then we woke up to snow this morning! Oh great, no outside time. Even better. Despite my sour attitude, we had a fabulous day. A day where I just wanted to kiss their faces a million times.
When we were at story time at the library and they were so enthusiastic and funny and engaged, my heart just burst with love.
When we went to Whole Foods so I could splurge on some ready made salads for my dinner tonight (mmmm, "super foods salad with acai dressing" and "Wheatberry Quinoa waldorf salad" with a big chunk of bread to go with it). Sammy was in the main part of the cart, slouched back and leaning his head on a gallon of milk. His red, knitted elf hat perched on his head. Content as could be, eating animal crackers and singing with Melia. Oh the cuteness.
Giggling and giggling as they jumped and splashed in the puddles left by the rain/snow.
A picnic with potato heads and trains. Three year old magic at its finest.
Even now as they are outside playing in the sand box. I can hear their little voices deep in conversation --playing with their animals, of course.
So, I end this afternoon on a thankful note. Thankful for days when I see their beauty and the beauty of our life, instead of the neediness or challenges. I much prefer to engage in the beauty.
All for now, Jen
P.S. I always feel the need to give a disclaimer after writing a lovey-dovey post. I don't know, I just never want to seem like "Oh everything is all happy all the time" kinda person, you know? Because we all know that no one has an "all happy all the time "life. There are days where I feel exhausted just at the thought of a day with two little ones and then I think that that is ridiculous and beat myself up because people do it with 19 kids and seem to have energy to spare! There are days when I think I just can't handle the neediness of two 3 year olds again, and there are days when I beat myself up for not doing something different so that they aren't so needy! Then there are days where I say things like, "Sam, I think you came out of the womb fussing and just never stopped, " or "Amelia, you are really acting like a b... a rat right now. "(I'm not a rat! she indignantly replies) Okay, disclaimer over and love fest continues.