...are slowly disappearing.
Having them home. All together. Watching them play.
Days of changing out of our pyjamas at 10am, or maybe even not at all.
Making cakes. Watching movies. Playing outside, riding bikes. Doing craft (getting it all over the floor). Play Doh fun all the hours of the day.
Staying at home. Having no place we need to go.
Those days are coming to an end. Next year we will have to leave the house every week day for school drop off and pick up *gasp*. This will now involve more than one child. No more lazy days snuggling on the couch grabbing my babies. Squeezing them so tightly as they gasp for air.
They are growing so fast and I can't quite believe it.
We will have the weekends. But it's not the same.
Maybe I'm just a tad sentimental.
When they were all born, I was shocked about how much of me they had absorbed. Struggling to keep my sense of self, I yearn for time to myself. I still do.
And now they are leaving, I am staring ME TIME face to face, eye to eye and I got to say. I don't want it.
How shortlived these early years are. I am thankful of every minute I got to have them here with me. I'm certainly making the most out of the rest of this year. To enjoy being at home. Not having to be anywhere. Just being with them. Being us.