Heartache (in a good way)

Sometimes my heart just feels like it's going to explode. I remember this feeling a few months after Robbie was born. I was lying in the bed after putting him to sleep for the night. "I just love him," I told my husband. I didn't know how to express it or describe it, but I just felt like my heart was going to explode. And as he got older, my love just grew and grew.







I found myself saying this same thing yesterday. Of course, I love my children with every ounce of my being. But some days, it seems to ooze out of me. I just love these little boogers.






Wednesday was a rough day. Caleb would not let me put him down. He slept no longer than 20 minutes at a time and decided to show off a very high-pitched shrill. I was exhausted as he had been getting up several times throughout the night. My workload was pretty heavy, my house was a wreck, my laundry was piled high, and the kids were not cooperating. It was cold and all I wanted to do was crawl into the bed. So I did! I put Caleb on my left and Eveley on my right. We pulled up the big down comforter, grabbed a pile of books, and snuggled. I had the time of my life.

My little Eveley is one smart cookie. Her vocabulary is incredible, and she cracks me up. She recently pulled her bicycle helmet out of her closet and insists on wearing it around the house. Not such a bad idea since she is a tornado. But this was too much!




She loves to color which I only let her do while she's sitting in her high chair. I didn't want her writing on the walls or furniture. And the high chair is plastic and you can just wipe the markers off. So, there's nothing she can do, right? Wrong.





I just cherish this time. Robbie's absence serves to remind me how truly blessed I am to have this day and this hour with Eveley and Caleb. I don't want to miss a second of it.