This morning, Hunter walked into the kitchen and looked at me through bleary eyes.
"Hi, my name is Olaf and I like warm hugs," he said before throwing his arms around my waist. I stood, cradling is head against me, my heart so full I thought it would burst. Instantly, I was overwhelmed with the knowledge that these moments won't last forever. And it made me sad.
I thought forward to that point in my life when Hunter and Charlotte will both be grown and longed for the life I'm living right now. It was happy, sad and bittersweet.
I find myself wishing again and again that I could freeze life where it is. Where my children are young and long to be close to me. Where my husband is strong and funny and kind and we can all spend as much time as we like together. Where I'm old enough to realise how lucky I am to have the life that I have, but young enugh to still have much of it ahead of me.
Childhood is so precious and so fleeting that I want to try and hold onto it. The funny expressions, the warm hugs, the time together, so that it's still there when I need it in the future. I don't want life to change and yet I know with certainty it will.
Being a parent to small children can be tough, but it's the most wonderful experience and I wish it could continue forever.