Not, Gonna Miss This

Yesterday was a run of the mill Sunday. After lunch I had a list of things to do that was longer than nap time would ever be. I had just finished my grocery shopping and was putzing around on the computer before I moved to finishing the dishes when one of the girls started crying over the monitor. The hubs was snoring away on the couch enjoying a Sunday afternoon nap, which I wish I could have been doing, but I had that list and all.. I was a little miffed as I headed upstairs, the girls had just spent an hour after they were put to bed chatting and I knew that all of their blankets, pillows and lovies would be on the floor. I walked in a covered Coralee, then picked up crying Brennan and went into my room to snuggle her back to sleep. I ran my fingers through her hair and gently stroked her face, my feelings of frustration melted away and I was overwhelmed with the feeling that these times are numbered. I tried to burn the image of her in my mind. I stared at her sun kissed face, her kissy lips, button nose and to die for eyelashes. I listened to her take deep sleepy breaths as it sank in I'm going to blink and she is going to be in school/a teenager/in college/married/a mom herself. It reminded me of this song...



So instead of worrying about washing the dishes, working on dinner in advance, paying the bills, or doing laundry; I snuggled up next to my sweet little angel faced girl and rested. I don't want to miss this.