I always meant to write to you guys. I wish I could tell you every thought I've had since the moment you were born. I have failed at that! I didn't start this until Rosie was 5.5, Rocco 3.5 and Johnny, almost 5 months. Better late than never, right?
Here's a recurring thought I've had since the moment I've held my babies in my arms: It's going too fast. EVERYONE tells you this when you start your family: "Don't blink, it goes by way too fast." They are right, but their comment gives me so much anxiety - Am I doing everything right? Am I spending enough time with them? Did I get a picture of that?
The past few nights I've thought about this a lot and I've realized that I am not going to be sad anymore. I'm not going to spend one second sad that time is going. The fact is that I am SO HAPPY to have had time with you at all. I'm so grateful for every moment we spend together. The big things are cool - the holidays, birthdays, etc. But I find myself really stressed and overwhelmed making sure "it's all perfect" for you guys during those occasions. These pictures are pictures from the past month of February when I was TRULY happy and not stressed at all. Watching you interact, drawing with you guys, playing in the yard. These are the things I think I'll miss when you're all grown up and gone.
