Big is 6, little is 4. Time is fleeting, watching a morning ritual slowly fade.
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One boy, then the next, waking up from their deep sleep, to come crawl in my lap.
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We talk about what dreams we had, what’s for breakfast, what should be accomplished in the summers day.
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Then they hop down, 1 quickly, while the other (typically little) stays to snuggle a little longer.
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Eventually there will be a day where this stops. No more hops in the lap, their legs will stretch and surpass mine.
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It makes me sad sometimes.
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Then, I remember, as with everything so far in parenting…
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There will be new traditions, new ways to find joy and gratitude in the different seasons and phases of the boys growing up.
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But for now, I’ll sit in the beauty of two little boys with their summer feet, snuggled up in my lap. Dreaming of what adventures we’ll take on today.
