There is something about bringing a baby home for the first time that is magical. It is magic unlike any other. i said the same thing here with brody.
I have been thinking a lot about what it is I want to remember about this phase of my life when my children are grown. Just thinking of my children being grown up and moved away brings tears to my eyes - if I could keep them little forever I would. Days come and go so quickly and there is always so much going on, that I know that I won't remember every single detail, and I am pretty sure I won't really care about what I had for dinner or what park we played at. I really just want to remember the feelings - I want to remember how much love was felt in our house when we brought Sydney home from the hospital. I want to remember how content and happy I was and how fulfilled I feel being a mother. I don't care to remember the exhaustion but I want to remember the positive energy and the sound of little feet running through the halls and little squishy hands squeezing my cheeks while I get a big wet kiss on the lips. I want to remember all the snuggles and millions of hugs. I want to remember the joy in brody and sydney's faces and hear the laughter coming from their bellies. I want to remember what it was like seeing things through my childrens' eyes and their wonder for the world. I want to remember the innocence. My family is my greatest joy and I don't want to take that for granted. I want to remember brody and his crazy imagination and silly dance moves and telling me "i so very love you". I want to remember how my kids look at me for approval and how they light up when they know that they are getting attention from tyson and i. These are the days and this is my happiness!
Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. -Elizabeth Stone
