I already do

I am going to miss this.

I am going to miss it all, someday.

Baby drool.

Pudgy thighs

Chubby cheeks

Sticky fingers

Stinky bums

Toys on the floor

Picking up dirty clothes sizes 5 and 2.

Tucking them into bed at night

Changing diapers (although this one is hard to imagine right now).

Making bottles

Sisters fighting

Sisters playing

Sisters hugging

Sisters laughing

Sisters talking

I really do try to remind myself every day, every hour (or so) that I am going to miss these things. There will come a day when I will miss it. I will pine for it and wish for these days. I try to remind myself so that I can drink it all in. Breathe it all in at each breath that I take.

It’s hard. Some days are so hard that it is difficult to remind myself. The days when they are fighting, crying or misbehaving. The days when we haven’t had enough sleep. The days when we just need a break. The nights when we are up off and on because someone is sick. Or scared. Or teething. The nights we are up all night snuggling and holding our babies. The nights when all we want to do is sleep. The times when we are just tired. We remind each other that these are in fact the precious moments. Even when at the time, we are having a hard time believing it.

It’s hard.

I try to remind myself that there will come a time when my girls are in university. Or married. Don’t live here anymore. Don’t snore in the bedroom down the hall. Won’t fight over the toys or the remote control or my car keys. It is years off in the future but I really don’t want to waste a minute of loving them and having them here with me.

It’s hard.

That is when I need to remind myself the most. I am going to miss this.