Oliver and Renny both had birthdays. Oliver is now 4 and Renny is 2. On Sundays, Renny now goes to children's church, similar to Sunday school. Oliver started morning pre-k. I can't believe how fast time flies. It seems like yesterday they were born. Sometimes I wish time would stand still.
Over the past few months I've been really trying to take in the time I have with my family. Usually I feel so rushed that I forget to just breathe and cherish these moments. One day I will look at my kids and they will be taller than me and my husband's hair will be gray (actually I noticed one the other day). Before I know it they won't care if I kiss them goodnight or lay next to them until they fall asleep. One day they won't want me to cut up their food or dance with them in the family room. I don't want to look back and have regrets. I'm sure I will have some, but I really want to be content with the kind of mom I was. I also want Peter to think I have been a pretty awesome wife. Even though I'll never be a master of the laundary (because no matter how hard I try the clothes just keep piling), I want to feel like I have been a good wife.
So while my kids are testing my patience or my husband is throwing acorns at my head (don't ask), I need to step back and remember there was a time when I prayed to God for these moments. He gave them to me and now it's time to treasure them.