These are the days

The days when your kids are still so little and so beautiful and so funny and so spirited and so full of life (and beans). These really are the days. I’ll never forget them. God I hope I never forget them.

Sometimes I can’t wait for our kids to grow up. To see who the boys grow to be, what will they love to do (and who will they fall in love with?), what path will they take in this big life? Oh, but WHY do they have to grow up when deep down you still want them to stay little forever. Maybe it’s so you know they are there…you know they are close to you.

Everyday I look at them and my heart just flips around and around, and I just don’t know how on earth I ever lived a happy life when they weren’t there. They just make me so happy. SO SO damn happy. And I love to see how happy they make other people. And I am proud of Damien and myself – what a wonderful way to spend a married life.

My sister and her kids came to visit from Queensland last week. They moved there recently, which has been a massive adjustment for our family. It was the happiest time. I was so deliriously happy to see her and my little nephews…..like screaming inside like a wild banshee happy. (We missed her husband as he had to stay and work boohoo). And we just hung out. No plans, no exciting adventures, just hanging out. We had a sleepover and read books and watched kids tv shows together, played on the swings, and in the sandpit and played soccer in the backyard. And now they are home, and I am sad, but I’m also happy we will get to do it all again soon.

Sometimes you just need to tell someone somewhere how much you love your special people. And I love mine. Oh yes indeedy I love their guts out.