…are the days, I’m sure, were some of the best. When the first nap of the day began at 8am and when I was cute no matter what, even if I was sitting in my own poop. Now nap time consists of playing catch up and trying to make sweats and a messy bun cute.
I look at Evelyn and Theo wish they could remember these days. Not just because they are carefree, but because I want them to know how I saw them. How much I loved them, at each stage. How much their little quirks made me laugh, and their little smiles made me smile.
Today was a day I don’t particularly want to remember. One thing after another just seemed to go wrong. But, we’re here. We’re OK. I feel like finding contentment is a common theme here on my blog. Something I find that I have to, need to, keep coming back to.
The days I don’t remember are the ones I wish I could. Carefree, but more important, content. To get back to the days I don’t remember, I’ll watch and learn from Evelyn and Theo in their days they won’t remember, either.
