Pretty sweet, eh?
There are moments, or to be honest, hours when the sweetness is buried under frustration. The background noise of continual low-grade screaming. Mornings where four hours have passed and I am still in pajamas with unbrushed teeth and bedhead although I have not really sat down. Has anyone tried to get out the door with two kids? How do you do more than two?
But then Cate starts repeating all her loved ones, “Mama, Daddy, Jane, Henry, Auntie Liz, Mama, Daddy, Jane, Henry, Auntie Liz” and Jane gives me her adoring gummy smile and I am snapped back to the reality that my babies will not be babies forever. Or I get to go on a walk around Capital Lake with a new but very dear friend and we see a sunset that is just gorgeous and I thank God all over again for giving me this particular life with all its joys and complications.
PS – I am making cinnamon rolls in this picture. Smearing cinnamon butter into dough. It looks kind of gross unless you know what you’re looking at.