It had been one of those days. I got up and showered, and then put my PJ's back on. I knew I wasn't going anywhere. I got the boys off to school and spent the day with the girls. We laid in bed and watched tv, we colored, we hung out. It was a normal day. I don't really know what was wrong with me, I guess I was feeling bored with the day. I started to think about when the kids were older, I wondered how on earth I could miss these days. The messes, the fighting over toys, the endless changing of clothes for Katalina, the refusing to eat, the trying to keep them from naps so they'll go to bed at night.... Everyone always says how they miss their kids being little. But it is so much work. I feel so fat right now, so tired. I only have 3 pairs of pants that fit me (that is the real reason I was in my PJ's). For Christmas I am working on baby books for all 6 of my kids (yes I have 6 kids and no baby books yet) (don't judge, I've been kind of busy:) And I started with the twins. I don't think I have been through their baby pictures since I took them. The last 3 years flashed before my eyes. I watched their chubby little bodies turn into slender bodies. Their hair grow, their chubby cheeks almost disappear, and it happened. I missed it. Silly I know. They are not even close to being grown and I missed it. I longed to hold them again, to have them little again, to juggle two babies again, to photograph them together, to watch them interact together. I am thoroughly enjoying going through my kids baby pictures and remembering that first year as the words of Thomas S. Monson ring in my ears.... "If you are still in the process of raising children, be aware that the tiny fingerprints that show up on almost every newly cleaned surface, the toys scattered about the house, the piles and piles of laundry to be tackled will disappear all too soon and that you will—to your surprise—miss them profoundly."
Joy in the Journey