Those two little faces? They are what gets me out of bed each day & keeps me going. Literally, figuratively, physically, emotionally, mentally-any word you can think of to describe that phrase & they fit the bill.
I cannot get enough of these two. Their sweet little faces. Silly words. Beautiful little baby voices. Sticky hands. Stinky feet. Crazy hair. Tantrums. Kisses. Hugs. Pleas to be picked up. Cuddled. I am in 100% complete, pure, deep, unbiased love with these little people.
So many times throughout the day, I find myself stopping what I’m doing & staring at their faces. Drinking it all in. Trying to burn images into my memory, every small detail of their faces. I’m not a big picture taker. I always say that I’m going to do a better job of capturing the small moments with them, creating lasting evidence of these times. Most of the time though, my camera is put away, hidden in a drawer in an attempt to keep small sticky fingers from scratching the screen, shoving things in the battery wells, or prying the lens cover open. And when I do bring out the camera, it still sits there, waiting to be picked up because I am too busy taking in the moment, watching my babies.
No words I can come up with could do justice to explain the love these two have for each other. They are inseperable. Not even Momma’s love or hugs & kisses can cure things the way that they can for each other. While they might brush off one of my hugs, give me their forehead rather than their little lips when I ask for a kiss, respond to my “I love you” with a “thanks mommy”, they never deny one another any affections. Holding hands constantly, running to give hugs when one is hurt or upset, quick kisses when they think I’m not watching. I woke up this morning to hear this over the baby monitor: “I YOVE you, Carter. You heard dat? I YOVE you.” To which he responded “meee yomo sissy”. Now that? Is how I like to start my mornings off.
It’s not always sunshine around here. There are definitely fights and tantrums, disobedience, selective hearing. The good always outweighs the bad though. My little munchkins have such beautiful spirits, sweet little personalities, happy dispositions that the bad moments never last long. They love to be happy & love to make me happy. Claire is constantly inquiring to the state of everyone’s moods. All day long-“Mommy, are you happy? What about me? Am I happy? Is Buddy happy? EVERYONE IS HAPPY!!!” Carter almost always has a smile on his face. These two? Are just so damn happy with life, it honestly brings me to tears at times.
As we speed towards Claire’s 3rd birthday, I look at these two & can’t imagine living any other life.
This is my life & I go to bed each & every night so grateful, filled to the brim with love.