I traveled back in time today. For the past few hours I've been a mama of two. Just me and my three year old girl and one and a half year old boy. One, two, three.
I spent a good chunk of the morning under the dining table vroom-vrooming little toy cars across the floor.
I made lunch, far too much lunch actually. I'm used to a larger crowd. We feasted on bread and cheese and tomatoes. Leftovers are in the fridge.
We closed the curtains and sprawled out on the little girl's bedroom floor to devour our pile of library books about babies and princesses and barns.
She's watching them now as I sit here and type this. The big, hungry, noisy boys will be home any minute. I miss them. But I'll miss this too.