these days.

I want to remember the sweetness of these days.

Not the lack of sleep.
Not the exhaustion.
Not the schedules, or lack thereof.
Not the whining. Not the tantrums.
Not the nonexistent "me" time.
Not the diapers. And the zillion changes.
Not the constant cleaning and picking up.
Not the laundry, please, not the laundry.
Not the disappointment, the frustration, or the guilt.
Not the tough on myself moments.
Not the, "you've got your hands full," comments.

But the sweetness.

The smiles. The laughs. The belly ones that shake your soul. The nuzzles. The, "mommy sit down and snuggle." The smile that lights up as soon as he sees me. The silly faces before bed. The discovery. The excitement. The wonder. The being needed. The being wanted. The love, oh the love. The yummy sweetness of their big love. They may be small, but they love so big. The spirits that see more in me than I'll ever see. The ones who as far as their concerned, have a good day whenever we're around. This sweetness. This simplicity. This is what I pray I will remember of these days. Because the sweetness of these days give me purpose, give me hope, and teach me what's really important, even when the stuff that's fleeting is sometimes more pronounced than all the sweetness, all the lasting.

For all of us, I pray in life we cling to what will last. All that is now and will always be, sweetness.