Does anyone else start feeling a little depressed (for lack of a better word) when your babies start growing up? Maybe I'm alone in this, and that's okay...I just can't shake this blue feeling today. I'm sad that Landon is almost two. I even get a little lump in my throat when I look at my sweet Cooper and think that he's going to be crawling soon. No!! I don't want my boys to grow up. I want them to let me hug and kiss them a million times a day, and read them the same three books over and over again, and sing them silly songs with actions. I want them to still think my corny voices and games are funny and to laugh hysterically when I blow on their bellies. I want them to get excited over a fort in the living room, or going for walks with Ben on Sunday afternoons. I want them to hold their arms out for me always when they get or hurt, or are sad, or just want their mama. I want to rock them to sleep until they're so big they can't sit on my lap anymore. I love it when Landon gets out of his "big boy bed" and sneaks into my room to sleep with me. I know it won't last forever...so I'm trying to enjoy it. Time goes so fast. And I have been thinking about too much today. So, here's to the sweet memories of motherhood.
