Now that my baby is three, it's as if I can actually see time passing. Too quickly. I want more.
I want more hours in my day to read picture books to him. Spend hours at the playground. Make homemade playdough. Sit and color. I want Peter to have the same early years that Hannah had. More of me.
If Hannah and Will were in school, he would have that.
I was cleaning up the kitchen after lunch today when I noticed the quiet... too much of it. Where are they? Upstairs... no sign of them. Then I see the power cord tucked under the closet door,
and I find this sweet moment...
I needed that. To be reminded... Peter has Hannah and Will and me. All the time.