Kind of sad today.

I was told the other day by one of my friends, that my boys look like they are getting so tall. A harmless comment that has started me thinking that maybe my babies aren't babies anymore. I have to admit that many things are easier these days. I even went to the Zoo today alone with my boys, and nothing tragic happened like them running in different directions, or both throwing a tantrum at the same time, or both wanting to sit in the same seat in the wagon. In fact they listened to me, and even somewhat obeyed me. We had fun together and my stomach wasn't in knots, and I wasn't in a hurry to get them home in time for nap, or worried that they would get a deadly disease from playing in the germ infested fountains. In fact it was more fun than it was work and that's something I haven't been able to say much in the last two years. So why is all of this making me so melancholy?

I love how excited my babies get over a simple balloon. How hard they laugh just from chasing each other around, how excited they get when daddy comes home, how they love me to kiss their owies, and feed their stuffed animals, how they still look so cute dancing around in nothing but diapers, how sweet they are, how they love to be tickled and cuddled, how they remind us to sing them their bedtime song, how they speak in their own little language....and actually understand each other.

I am thankful they are growing and they are learning and changing. I am thankful that things in many ways are so much easier than they have been. So if it's getting easier.....why is this so hard?

"Little boys should never be put to bed. They just wake up another day older."

-Finding Neverland