Time

Where does the time go?  Have I asked this question here before?  I guess it just doesn't get any easier to understand how the days fly by me.  And with each passing day, my girls are growing up.  I am watching it happen right in front of my eyes, every single day.  I can't stop it.  I'm excited for the future, because I know it holds so many fun and wonderful times for all of us....but sometimes I just want to stop time, so I can soak up the joy of babyhood and toddlerhood in a way that only a mother can understand.  I am really trying to make a conscious effort to savor this time, this experience, that I am probably having for the last time.  This time of evie's coos and giggles, of breastfeeding, of roly poly arms and thighs and vaginas; the last of marea's baby-ish sounding voice, her obsession with rubbing my hair to soothe herself, how adorably cute she looks when she's running...all these things.  Things that I am going to miss so much, that I am going to try and store in my mind, memories of such wonderful things that I love about my babies, who are both still babies.  Deep down I know that the feelings that I have now about my babies will grow and change and still be wonderful...but the pure rush that the their little baby faces bring will not be the same.  Now I understand why every older mother adores a new baby.   It gives them a chance to, for a moment, feel that feeling all over again.  That feeling that is so big, so beautiful, so amazing, that it is beyond words.