This time around, I feel the wonderful absence of these emotions. Rather my heart is full of this quiet gratitude and the realization that these days of tiny, helplessness truly fly by so fast. It bothers me so much less this second time around because I realize that peaceful Sunday morning services will always be there for me to enjoy. But these days?! These days of nursing cuddles and little cooing talks won't be. I'll blink a few more times and my sweet little sons will be tall, handsome men heading off to conquer the world. They'll be choosing their girls and we'll be dancing those mama son dances and I'll happily remember every Sunday morning that I missed the sermons.
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