I cannot even tell you how much I love having two babies under two. Maybe I'm crazy from lack or sleep or maybe we just got really lucky with the two sweetest, laid back boys one could hope for. But either way, somedays I have to pinch myself because this life we are living is more wonderful than I could hope.
But I am learning that the beauty and gift of life won't wait for the difficult seasons to pass. Our babies won't wait to grow up until there's a buffer in the savings account. Their fuzzy little heads and belly laughs can't be pressed like a pause button for calmer days to come. They keep growing and changing and blossoming into the amazing men they will someday become and all I can do is remind myself to just be.
Be in the moment rising before dawn for an unexpected feeding.
Be in the moment of pudgy little arms around my neck at nap time.
Be in the moment of spilled flour on the counter and water across the floor.
Be in the moment of repetitive stories and chase games and requests for more juice.
So if you find yourself with two babies -- because under two is really still baby in my book -- don't be afraid. You will somedays feel lost in diapers and sweatpants and endless messy hair, but I promise when you watch your two little people literally growing up together, your heart will feel so much love and joy that you just might explode from it all.