This is what my dearest husband said to me yesterday morning at breakfast. "Dear, we are over the hump." I couldn't fathom what the hay he was talking about. So, he continues...."We have more children in double digits than not."
Well, I poked my lip out and answered one or two concerned questions from folks not in double digits about why mommy was crying. To paraphrase....it's because mommy loves the under double digits time so much. I love the sloppy baby open mouth kisses and toddler giggles and just walking toddlers, toddling with their hands up in the air to keep their balance, and peek a boo, and endless stories retold and told again at bedtimes, and prayers and songs snuggling in bed, and books and books and more books read, and messy painting at the kitchen table, and dirty dish baths in the kitchen sink, and boo boos that are all better with a band aid and a kiss. Sigh.
They change and keep changing. They race ahead and I'm a little slower than when I first began down this path. It's all good. It's new and different and changing, and it's all good. When they are all in double digits and some have left my home, I'll no doubt be waxing nostalgic about things I'm pining after that are fading....but I'm sure that there will be plenty of things on the other side of the hump that I'll learn to like just as much.
Here's my third double digit sweetie pie. Nora turned 10 yesterday. I still can't wrap my head around how much she's grown....what a lovely young woman she's turning into.
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