This past week...
I realized that I will never be a quiet mom on the sidelines of any of my children's sporting events. I will be the loud, shrieking voice. The jumping body. The running lady. The one the other parents want to kick in the knee. I apologize now to my fellow sideline-ees. And my family. I know I am embarrassing. But I just cannot shut up. I need to wa-hoo. And fist pump the air. And embarrass myself:).
That Philly is the sweetest boy I have ever met...which is kinda awesome, because (extra perk here) he's my son:). I saw him stop twice this week in practice to help another child up. I could spend a whole day just smooching that kid.
I've had the spider creepy-crawlies all week. Because of a silly spider in Chick-fil-A that Niamh made me throw my flip-flop at (so it wouldn't bite anyone else)...And wouldn't ya know it was a mommy spider. And all those (hundreds) of babies came pouring out crawling right at us. I check under the bed covers at least twice a night with my phone light...just because I feel like those little buggers are still after me.
We heard Niamh telling Philly this week, after he found a dryer sheet stuck to his clothes, that "they just appear when you throw clothes in the dryer." hehehe. I don't want my babies to get any older. Just stay right here. Please. Forever.
That even in glasses, our poor dog just doesn't come across as very smart:). Cute, yes. But...not a huge brainiac, that one.
How awesome it is to be married to a guy who cares so deeply about his fathering. How he speaks encouraging words to Philly after practice and asks to see Niamh's latest cheerleading moves. How he sits quietly on the sidelines (hey-- opposites attract, right;) and I love him. For loving me. Unconditionally. Because I am not always easy to love. Especially when I'm unknowingly mimicking Philly's moves on the field...(if I lean to the left, I really, really feel like Philly will also lean to the left:).
And that some summer weeks just make me want to stop time. Carry my boy into the store because he is still fast asleep from the car ride. Snuggle the girl who has a sore throat and promise her I'd rather get sick than miss out on a good night kiss. Hope that they know my world lives inside of them...
That they are everything...and then so much more.
Everyday. All the time.