I'm trying not to hyperventilate at the thought of two weeks being already past.
Actually, one week was enough to make me burst into tears several times that day.
I don't know what I would do without pictures of Connor to revisit.
I spend a lot of time pouring over them, noticing every tiny detail and how he's changed. I delight in every stage of my kids as they grow, ( not counting any stage that includes whining ) but at the same time that I am loving whatever cute thing they are doing, secretly I'm mourning the passing of whatever cute thing they just finished doing.
I decided a long time ago that my idea of Heaven will be for me to be able to relive any moment of my life, remembering how the moment felt, any time I want.
Heaven for me now is the tiny moments with my kids that happen each day, and how they make me grateful each day that I am their mother.
It's the only job I ever wanted.