Sweet Words

How this conversation just happened with my just-2-year old, I don't know, but it did. I'm tucking her in at night and

I say: I love you, I love you.
B: Do you love me mom?
Me: I do love you.
B: I love you. You're a good mom.
Me: What? (Did I just hear that? And I take her binkie out for clarification.)
B: You're a good mom.

Sweet words to me after I've been cleaning up throw up all afternoon. She's got a stomach bug today-- hoping for just a 24 hour one--please. It's hard when they don't understand that if I give you milk, juice,  cereal, or chicken nuggets as you have been requesting, they will be out in a very unpleasant manner within the hour. What a very sweet girl I have.

One day.....

One day....
My house will be decorated how it is in my mind.
I won't have baskets of laundry hanging around everywhere.
I will play on a tennis league every week.
I'll get to take piano lessons again.
I'll remember my friend's birthdays.
I'll reply to emails every morning when I'm alert and at my wittiest, instead of when I'm half asleep on the couch at night.
I'll organize and label things better.
I'll read more of the classics, prominent biographies, and my scriptures without falling asleep.
I'll return phone calls.

And I know everyone tells me just to enjoy this space in my life.... but it's hard not to look to the future when I may have more free time for myself.

One day......
I will miss a toddler falling asleep in my arms while I rock her ("Mommy, rock you me" is her request).
Kisses from my girls.
My row of little ducklings following me around the store/ house.
Chubby little hands seeking mine.