Oh how I miss these days (I call them our “Taylor Swift” days).
If I could just wrap my arms around each of these babies of mine and look in their eyes and tell them, OH! The places they will go!
Mothers, remember to record those kids!
The raspy voices, the messes, the ordinary days.
Because all of it will slip so easily and quietly through your grasp and suddenly they’ll be all grown up, and it will make your heart throb with gratitude that you can pull up those little kids magically on that screen in front of you once again.
And remember.
(And yes, Max is a good sport with all those sisters!)
Loved them then, and love them even more now.
Motherhood is grand.
