|Bath time. Arli and Beck- September 2010|
I love bath time. Well let me restate that... I love bathtime when I take the time to slow down and ENJOY bathtime... (rather than the kids whining, "my eyyyyeess", fighting) I love the singing, the giggling, the clean baby smell.
Last night, I got the kids out of the bath, wrapped them up in their towels, and sent them on their way to their dad in their bedroom. I started pickin up all the bath toys left in the tub. I rushed them getting out of the tub, so I can't complain.
As I picked up the letters, numbers, and dozens of baby rubber duckies, a feeling just wooshed over me.
An unconditional love feeling.
Then a kinda surreal feeling.. like "Whoa... I'm 23 (well almost) and cleaning up bath toys .. from my 2 kids" came over me.
Tucker was in the other room getting them in their pajamas.. I could hear them giggle. Bedtime always starts with a ruckus with Daddy.
I thought about the whirlwind it had been to get here.
And that surreal feeling just kept sneakin up on me... not bad surreal.. just.. "wow" surreal.
I'm 22 with 2 kids, 19 months apart.
This is my life...
And I wouldn't want it any other way.
I am so gratefuly I've been blessed with everything falling into place.
Because... those two rascals. I love them.. dearly.
And I love being their Ma.
All the experiences I missed out on in the single adult years... can never amount to the experiences and moments I've had with these two adorable children.