I love my life!
I love my hubby and our routine. I love my grandchildren. I love my grown up sons and the beautiful girls they brought home to become my daughter-in-loves. I love my girlfriends. I love my memories.
Sometimes, if I'm not careful, I can get lost in my memories. Memories are a place I can go to touch and feel and relive another time and place in my life. Another time and place in my life that I also loved.
There was a time when 3 little boys consumed my time and my life. 3 little boys that were full of life and love and mischief! They had the cutest little faces, the sweetest smiles and the best hugs and smooches EVER! They kept me busy and I always had to try to be one step ahead of whatever they were thinking. Somedays I was successful and other days they were several steps ahead of me.
Thanksgiving started the holiday season. Loved going to pre-school and then elementary to watch them perform in the Thanksgiving and Christmas programs. I can see each of these little ones just as clear as the day they performed. The memories are locked inside of me forever. Little turkeys and Indians and Pilgrims and Reindeer and Snowmen.....
Loved all of the school projects they made.
Today I am remembering bundling my sweet boys up so they could play football in the front yard with the bigger neighborhood kids or helping them get dressed up in their camoflauge clothes to pretend to hunt (before they got bb guns) in the yard for bears and deer and squirrels. Mom's rule was no pointing guns (even toys) at people; only walls and pretend targets. I have a feeling that rule was broken sometimes. :)
Today I remember little boys excited about putting up the Christmas tree; helping to put the ornaments on. It was always a mess! After they went to bed, I would always rearrange what they had done. I so wish I hadn't done that. Little boys loved to see their Mommy get out the big brown bowl - that meant we were going to start baking for the holidays. We baked and made goodies for a month. We would put each treat in the freezer to keep. Ha! We rarely had much of each left by Christmas day but had enjoyed our treats daily for an entire month.
My little boys are gone. Never to return. I love the grown men that they have become. I am beyond proud of each one of them. Even though I knew I wouldn't always be their favorite girl and they wouldn't always be little, I didn't know they would grow up so fast and be gone. It happened in a flash!
Sometimes I wish I could go back for a day and just savor the feeling and enjoy their precious hugs and kisses and cute little faces. Oh wait.....
That is what I am doing today with my memories.
Love you Ryan, Sean and Aaron. You make my heart happy.
Thanks for the memories.
