Still Little.

As much as I feel I have to get out of the house every day, its these days that we're at home, with no plans, that I sometimes feel the luckiest. And the most in the moment.

Not to downplay how hard it can be to be the only one here. Most of my conversations during the day are with a 3 year old and go something like, "You're right. It's not okay to bite your friends." My leggo creations leave something to be desired and it takes me a good 20 minutes to transform a transformer. And there will always be the constant demand of putting your needs second. A 2 minute morning shower with them standing outside the curtain, followed by a nice, long bubble bath for them.

Despite all this, I am acutely aware that these days of them needing me like they need me now are numbered.

One day they won't need me to get their morning juice, they'll simply get it themselves.

Noah won't need me to roll out his play-doh, he'll simply do it himself.

Max won't light up when I find his missing binkie. He will, God willing, have moved on from that too.

While some things about them growing older seem like it will be for the better (more sleep!) I also think it will be incredibly hard on the heart.

Because at the end of the day, it feels pretty darn good to be needed for the little stuff. And I'm more than happy to stay in this spot, where we are right now. On the end of the pendulum where you are still encouraged to hold them tight. And still so far off from letting them go.