I Want to Remember

I want to remember all the moments with these three. I want to remember the way each entered the world, one loud, one small, one so soft. I want to remember how they smell and feel. How they spoke at three. All the funny ways they say ordinary things.

I want to remember the chubby little legs and cheeks. The way they looked the first day of preschool. I want to remember every story we ever read snuggled up in bed. Each seed we’ve planted, step we’ve taken and mountain we’ve climbed. I want to remember the daisy chains made, cupcakes eaten, and rocks skipped.

I want to remember the apology I received last night from mister L. The big hug and kiss that followed. I want to remember how my heart sank when I couldn’t find L and little M at the soccer field. I want to remember the joy in my heart and his as he sang his heart out at the mother’s day performance.

I want to remember the light on little M’s face when she sees me at her preschool’s door. The run and smile that burst into my arms at every pick up. I want to remember the nightly butterfly kisses, the “all by myselfs” and the sweet sound of your bare feet running down the hall.

I want to remember the way miss O looks each morning when I wake her for school insisting on sleeping ‘topless’ like big brother. She looks like a mermaid with her long hair splayed over her pillow. I want to remember that I am “The Beast Mom in the Word.”

I want to remember the way my husband and I smiled at each other as we laughed at MJ dancing on the chair at our dinner out last night. The way I knew he was trying to soak it all in as much as I.

I want to remember that when I have days that are filled with obligations and to-dos, that life is so sweet.

This post was inspired by Katrina Kennison’s post on the same theme.

{image credit: Jonathan Payne Photography}