They are growing.
Their tiny feet and hands are expanding, reaching out to a great big world.
These two, our little Valentines, are wild cats. I don’t know if I’ve ever met two kiddos as full of beans as they are – especially together.
Laughter abounds with spurts of squeals and cheeky cries. They are FULL of life, full of energy, full of zeal to discover more.
This Valentine’s Day, we celebrated with pink heart pancakes and heart-shaped strawberries. We made hug cards and we counted our blessings.
Why not, right? Love is a gift, after all.
So is motherhood.
We ate chocolate that came in red heart-shaped boxes. We sang and danced. I took pictures of my wild babies to capture this moment – in which Aiden is asking for even more chocolate and Miss Abigail is enthralled with her pearls and my perfume; this moment, Aiden is showing me all of the Valentine’s cards he received at school and Abigail is trying to tackle him for them so she can chew on a corner of paper.
Valentine’s Day wasn’t perfect. There was no candlelight dinner, no bottle of wine, or slow dancing in the kitchen. There wasn’t a special date night or swoony glances during a movie.
It was a family affair. It was loud. It was sometimes stressful. I made homemade pizza that took me an hour and a half, destroyed my kitchen’s serene state, and might have given me the very eye twitch that I can’t seem to shake – two days later.
But, it was also fun. The pizza was amazing (even if Aiden wasn’t sure about it), Abigail ate it all up and so did Mr. Smith. We played, we cuddled, we had a sugar high and then we all crashed.
Mr.Smith and I talked about how we’ll have ”our time” again, and how we’ll love it, but we’ll also look back and miss this wild, chaotic, incredibly precious time of parenthood.
It is a gift.