We were all a little sick yesterday. Stayed home from church. Stayed home, period. I was laying on my bed when the twins came in. I had each one snuggle up to me, one on each arm like we used to when they were smaller.
It was really nice. For all of about 20 seconds. Until their heads started getting heavy on my arm and they started squirming around.
I realize that my children are all growing up, but this sort of drove the point home. AGAIN. ALL of my “babies” have lost their baby fat and are all knobby knees and elbows and in short, just too big to cuddle comfortably like they used to be.
Here’s a big BOO HOO.
Because, if I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times.
I want my children to grow up. I do. But yet, I don’t.
I miss those round little babies.