This morning I woke up all nostalgic, a bit teary and almost shocked. We cut their hair last night, as we do from time to time and all of a sudden they look like big big boys. Did I mention that my babies, our last babies are almost 3. Three!
Clearly not babies anymore. But as Little man L was lying sleeping in my arms on Saturday evening after a crying fit my heart just ached. And as in the middle of last night Little man C crawled onto my chest and snuggled in to fall asleep again, my heart gave a leap.
Why oh why do we sometimes wish them to grow up faster? Why do we say, this will pass when a phase is difficult, and then we get all teary and sad when we realize that they grow up way to fast?
Did I mention my babies are turning 3 in just 5 days?