Magical moments

Lying in bed, just as the bright morning sun begun to peer through my white lace curtains, something magical always happens...

Not magical in the sense that fairies are dancing around, but magical as in a beautiful moment.

I usually stay in bed, watching my video monitor, as I hear (and see) my two lovely children giggling and playing. They don't always stay in camera view, but when they do, it's an adorable image. I squinted at my colored 2.5 inch screen and see my son snuggled closely next to my daughter in her bed. Her wild, messy morning hair was blocking her beautiful smiling face, while my son's messy bed head, Beatle's mop top, was also in total disarray. Both were talking about the day ahead of them, in total bliss and anticipation of what awaits them. So eager to embark on whatever incredible journey they can muster up. 

I love listening to my daughter read her brother multiple books or hearing them play dress up, and acting out various scenes.

Then, he'll easily get bored, and I hear my daughter strike up another conversation to coax him back in her direction. 

He happily obliges... 

I sometimes think he leave for the attention.

I hear him get excited as he shouts her name, then his heavy feet scampers towards her.

He'll follow her every move...
Listen to her every command...

Two years later, and he's still in complete aww of her.

The older he becomes, the more they have in common. Plus, he's not just a baby anymore to her, he's a friend. 

The morning moment doesn't last forever. Usually my son is the first to yell my name, then my daughter follows. But, as the day continues, their friendship doesn't fade. 

The magical moment, isn't just a moment anymore...

Their imagination is at the height of running freely, and wildly...

There's always someone to be rescued in Gotham City, and of course, someone has to be the Superfriends, while the other is the villains. 

Someone has to be Elsa, running through the snowy forest, while the other is Kristoff, riding his sled as he follows.

And who else will compete in the battle of the bands with the Equestrian Girls from My Little Pony if my daughter doesn't?

Also, those big wheels won't ride themselves...

This stage, 4 & 2 years old, has been marvelous. Like any parent, I am often saddened by their aging, however, I am loving each growing stage even more. It seems like each day, they indulge in a new magical adventure. A one way ticket to a far away land that only the best imaginations are allowed. 

Where best friends come to spend their days...

Playing...
Laughing..
And imagining.

Where my daughter and son have all their days to build a friendship that not only keeps them from being bored, but also, makes them happy. It makes them learn to appreciate each other, not just as family member, but as an individual.

My eternal happiness

Digging through a shoebox of unfiled photos, I stumbled upon a picture of the four of us, my husband, daughter, son, and myself... All cheesy smile and huddled cheek to cheek, desperately trying to fit into the picture at once. I held the photo at arm length, while studying the image...

I let it soak into my brain...

Because, years from now, that's the image I want to remember.

The smiles,
cuddles,
kisses,
hugs,
happiness,
joy,
quality time,
game nights,
crafting,
stories,
pretend play,
dance parties,
co host sessions,
walks,
talks,
cooking,
baking...

...Just to name a few.

I don't want to remember the tantrums, the crying, the lack of sleep and being irritably tired. The sibling fighting, the begging and pleading to listen, or the bargaining to eat food...

I want the special, everyday love to shine through and leave the chaos to settle in the deepest part of my brain. I want to relish in the now, knowing I'll always have these days to look back on -with great fondness.

So, that picture of eternal bliss will be etched into my brain. Those smiles from the ones I love the most, will be my forever, my haven, my eternal happiness. 

A daddy and his daughter

I was leaving the house for a few hours to get some Easter Bunny shopping done without my children. My husband, who rarely has the children to himself for a designated amount of time, joined in with the group hug and kisses, before I walked out the door. 

Upon arrival, I wasn't greeted with my two children sulking in despair that mommy wasn't home, in fact, I wasn't greeted at the door at all. My son was napping in his room and my daughter was sitting at the kitchen table, diligently working on crafts with my husband. Before rounding the corner, I could hear them giggling, talking conversations, and pretending to be a popular YouTube co-anchors. Both were comparing their art work to each other and deciding what they would draw or create next.

After walking within eye sight, my daughter and husband eventually acknowledged I was home. My daughter uttered the words, "I had the best time mommy."

And why wouldn't she have... She had her daddy all to herself. They were able to create fun designs, uninterrupted. Be silly, while wearing silly masks.

And send her daddy a love note...

While he sent one back...

A daddy and his daughter spending quality time, doing quality fun. 

Creating belly laughs and serving up smiling grins. 

A daddy and his daughter making memories...

I love seeing these images of the two of them shoulder to shoulder around a table filled with glitter and glue everywhere. Her daddy isn't afraid to be silly or wear whatever she makes for him. He gladly donned the tiara mask, while finishing up the crafts, even though she laughed at him. 

They are beginning to have a love that is special.

A love that will never be penetrated. 

A love as thick as the earth itself... 

A mommy always has that love, but I'm grateful to see their love flourish into an incredible relationship, because a little girl will always need her daddy... And not just any daddy, a daddy that will create time just for her.