I'm a dreamer
My kids are growing...and growing very fast. All of a sudden, a decade has passed and whereas I began this journey counting, quite literally, the hours and days, now I'm finding myself wishing the clock would just slow down. I just tucked my daughter to bed and I couldn't help it. I snuggled with her. I hugged her. I wrapped myself around her and she around me. And I whispered in her ear: "you are growing so fast" as if saying it more will slow down the clock. I smell her and try to glue it into my memory, part of me fearing I'll forget this some day. I am taking note of how her features are changing. I notice I am no longer needing to kneel down to speak to her eye to eye. And I thank God we are still in the cuddly stage. She hugs me back. She runs to me when I come home. She tells me "I miss you" and she says "I don't want to grow up either". We can count how many nights we have spent away from the kids in all these ye