Just Taking in the Little Things

This morning, I knew Braysen was awake, so I just stood outside his bedroom door and listened for a few minutes.  It sounded like he was putting on some sort of karate show in his bedroom.  I could hear him making the sounds, so I could just imagine the moves he was making as he was jumping around his bed.  Then all of the sudden, the show must have been over, but he was then carrying on a sweet little conversation with someone.  I'm not sure he was talking to, but he was talking about me!  He started off with, "Mommy..." and whatever he said after that I have no idea, but he was using a sweet voice, so I'd like to think it was something nice :) Then I couldn't take it anymore. I had to go in there and get my kisses.  I had a whole night's worth to make up for.  I went in to find...like always...his blankets and diaper on the floor...and his naked little booty just shining.  He then points to his diaper and says, "Oooohhhhh!" as if someone else had come in and taken it off of him and thrown it on the floor and he had no way of stopping them.  And as if this didn't happen every single morning.
I picked him up and kissed and hugged all over him, and as I put another diaper on him, he jabbered like crazy to me, pointing and laughing, so I know whatever he was telling me must have been so funny. So, I just laughed with him and talked back like I knew exactly what he was saying.  Maybe he saved the day with the puppies from Paw Patrol in his dreams.  Maybe he dreamed about riding the four-wheeler with me, Gracelyn, and Ayden or jumping on the trampoline with his daddy.  I'm not sure, but I love his innocence.  If only it could stay that way...

Gracelyn and Ayden were still sleeping through it all.  It's summer, so they never sleep upstairs in their own beds. I don't really blame them.  If it were me, I wouldn't want to sleep all the way up there, either!  They fall alseep on the couch, usually fighting because someone's foot is in the other's face.  Gracelyn has been ending up in our bed each night, hanging on by a thread before falling onto the floor.  But she doesn't seem to mind, as long as she's right beside me.  I guess Ayden doesn't mind either, because he gets the couch all to himself.

I catch myself taking these moments..these little yet, amazing moments...for granted way more than I should. I want to cherish them. I want to cling to them. I want my children to know just how much I love them, and I want to make every little moment count.

  

Our picnic on the trampoline.  They loved it!