Fleeting

I forgot how tiny my babies were at birth.
I forgot how comforting it was when my babies fell asleep on me.
I forgot how fragile a newborn is.
I forgot all the work needed with *little* ones.
I forgot about the cute clothes.

I did NOT forget their smell.
or their smiles.
or their cuddles.
or laugh.
or first words.
or first steps, which were towards me.
I did *NOT* forget how Momma was the only one who could make things all better.

Life is quick. Everything is in fast forward. We look to the next big thing. We forget to just enjoy the moment. To live in This moment.

Take pictures. Take time. Take it all in.

Woman/Women

As women we are bombarded with so many different emotions in such a little amount of time. We, literally, can go from sad to happy to mad to joyous to depressed to over the moon in less than 10 seconds. It's CRAZY!!

Here is what I've noticed: I can identify all my different emotions. I can even go further and figure out WHY I feel that way. Admission: not all the time though. BUUUUUT I am getting better at it.

Raw Truth Moment. Last night my Honey and I were watching television and out of nowhere I got into a mood. Not a nice mood either. It just came to me. I moved to the other couch and was quiet. The show we were watching normally gets feedback from both of us. Well I decided to not give feedback because I was being moody. Honey noticed and tried to comfort me. Information Insert: normally I would say nothing is wrong and then still act like a baby. I would be rude. I would expect for Honey to read my mind as well as emotions and fix them without any of my help. Is that fair? NO. Is it possible? NO. Last night I told him that my mood was unjustifiable and unfair and pointless as soon as he came to my couch to comfort me. Progress People. Progress. I told him exactly what I was feeling and then dug a bit deeper and realized why my mood was ugly. I told him why and we quickly were back to normal.

Easy Peesy. I'm impressed with myself.

I no longer fight the emotions and dwell on why I'm having them or preventing them all the time. I embrace them and deal with them and pray for change if it's needed. I work WITH my Honey and we are a better couple as a result. He prays for me and I pray for him and together we rely on God to get us through this crazy thing called life. And you know what? I am having moods less often. Weird but wonderful.

As a woman, I am well aware of my craziness. I tell Honey I am on the crazy train (Choo Choo) and sometimes it's a long ride and other times it's just a short one. Sometimes it's full speed ahead and sometimes it isn't. You know what he does? He patiently waits for me to get off the train. He makes my departure nice and sweet and always has open arms waiting for me. I sure am one blessed woman to have him. I am also one crazy woman for him to love.

I got the better deal on that one. WINK WINK!!

Sick on Mother's Day

I know, right? Ugh.

I can say this though, it turned out to be one of the best Mothers Day ever. Why, you might ask? This weekend was all about showing love. My husband and two boys showed me massive amounts of love.

Saturday I was seriously not feeling well AT ALL. All three of my boys let me decide everything I wanted to do. My Honey made me an omelet for breakfast (delicious) and my boys brought me pink roses in bed with a singing card. It was soooooooo cute.

I tried to be up for anything and we still needed to get my mom a present ({GASP} I hadn't gotten it yet) so we headed off to the mall. Honey said I could get anything I wanted. ANYTHING!! You know what I got? A sweater.

Yep. A sweater. I did get my Mom earrings though. Beautiful earrings.

I was not up for shopping, eating, talking, walking. I didn't want to do anything. My boys were behaving so beautifully. They let Mommy have a bad day.

We headed home (Honey could tell I wasn't going to last much longer) and picked up dinner along the way. We got home, ate, and I fell asleep at about 7:30. Ha. I was pooped.

I slept all the way until after 8 the next morning. I was one tired Mommy.

I was feeling somewhat better Sunday but not good enough to go to church and be around healthy people and risk getting them sick. I was sad about that because my friend was dedicating her baby and I had to miss it. Boo. I did make it to my Moms though. It was a great day filled with great food and great company.

All in all, it was a fabulous Mothers Day weekend. I wish I weren't sick but oh well. Honey said I could have a redo shopping spree if I want. We'll see.

I'm still sick today so hopefully this sore throat thing go away quickly. It's already been a few days and I'm not enjoying any moment of it.