A Perfect Moment in my Day

Today, I rushed around, like I do everyday. I organized while running back and forth to put the baby's pacifier in her mouth, I cleaned (with a little help from my "friend") while running back and forth to put the baby's pacifier BACK in, I wrapped presents while running to put her pacifier back in, ...you get the picture. It's frustrating, it's maddening, ...I have so much more I want to do. Mentally, I am THERE. Physically, NO CAN DO. I can't. She takes a lot of my time, and my time is getting more valuable and split into smaller and smaller peices. In 2 days she will already be 2 months old.

I thought about how Bronson was the baby, and in one day,...he all of a sudden was not. I would still rock him in the rocking chair, sing songs to him, ...and then soon I would sing WITH him, and hug him and read him stories before every nap. Now, I rush him down the stairs and throw him in his bed while simultaneously saying, "hurry, I hear the baby...she needs me....have a good nap" (give him a big smooch on his chubby cheek, and tell him I love him.) I have thought about how well he has transitioned. Even while finishing up on his potty training. And he loves her so much. He says, in his little 2 (almost 3) year old voice, "I love you sweet baby girl." How cute.

Today, I took a break from my hectic-ness to sit and hold and rock my little Annie to sleep. Bronson came in the room and instead of saying, "go out, I am rocking her to sleep", I let him sit on the side of the rocking chair. That is where he wanted to sit, and we rocked, all 3 of us. Then he sang, "I am a Child of God", and I joined in. We sang together and there were a few times that our voices were perfectly on pitch together. We then sang "Jingle Bells". I started singing, "Dashing Through the Snow"...he stopped me and reminded me he wanted to sing, "Jingle Bells". I told him that I was. I taught him the "Dashing Through the Snow" part. We sang it. And our voices together were perfect a few times. We rocked, the baby fell asleep in my arms and my face was close to his little face. Then he started singing, "A Child's Prayer". He sang, "Heavenly Father, Are you Really There?" He was off tune, he started too high at first and we re-started and sang it through.

It was a perfect moment, ...time taken out to enjoy my 2 youngest children. I loved it and while it was happening, I knew I wanted to record it and never forget. I hope my computer won't crash before I print it up in a book. It's something I want to remember forever. I hope it happens tomorrow.