Can't really tell if I like those days or not.
The sweet part is always nice, but the bitter sometimes cancels it out.
I didn't have to go in to work until 8 tonight.
Which meant, I could do something I had long since missed.
7:00 rolled around, and I scooped up little Faye. She curled into me, and smiled.
We went downstairs, and she excitedly jumped on Keith's bed. She loves real beds. She is so ready to be out of a crib.
Soon, my Princess.
We read stories, brushed teeth, said prayers, and then it was time for bed. I laid her down, and she refused to let go of my neck. I didn't have the heart to disentangle her, so I scooped her up again, sat down on the bed, and snuggled. I rocked her, and sang to her and watched as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Her little fluttering eyes, and the way she kept trying to snuggle in closer and closer made my heart pitter patter.
I miss those moments. I miss giving kisses and being the last one my little darlings see before they close their eyes for the night.
Keith was much the same. I rocked him, read to him, and sent him to bed. He didn't want to go, either, so we rocked and sang.
These are the moments of motherhood.
These are moments that break my heart to miss. I really don't know how working moms do it. I don't know how they can bear to leave their precious ones in the arms of strangers and miss out on the quiet moments that so often are forgotten, that are overlooked, and taken for granted.
All I can say is, I certainly have a new love for weekends.
Anxiously praying and waiting for the day Jeffrey finds a job. Sigh.