3 years ago today I woke up in a quiet house … sometime around 10am. VC was already at work and I was the only one home. Later that day I ran a slow run in Central Park with no specific time frame, I took a super long hot shower and carefully folded a laundry load of small baby clothes. I remember day dreaming in my quiet house, wondering what the little people would look like who would wear those clothes. Later that day the Gs came into our world a little earlier than expected
This morning I was awakened by an excited G at 6am, she chatted in my bed while I attempted to wake up. 20 Minutes later the other G came in wanting to read books and play games. Successfully awake we ran through the house looking for presents, sang while we made a special breakfast and played with Papa. Voices were loud and squeals were frequent. Later in the morning while VC watched the Gs I squeezed in a 35 minute run, knowing that I could take ONLY 35 Minutes and not a second longer. I ran back into the house, took a short shower which was invaded upon by 2 toddlers who stripped and jumped in with me. Finally we all got ready while listening to our favorite songs and went to the G’s birthday party.
To say that my life has changed in the understatement of the century. Quiet is a thing of the past, being home alone never happens, I have become an early riser, rarely get to shower with the door closed and every run I go on has a time limit.
And its fantastic.
This life is so beautiful. The soundtrack of my days is a sweet melody of growing children, my house is full of life, I’m surrounded by love, and having limited time to run has just made me faster.
I am thankful every single day for these beautiful faces
I’m in wonder every single day as I watch the world through their eyes
I’m learning every single day what it means to be showered with love
And I am endlessly grateful.
Happy 3rd Birthday Gs. Thank you for being you.