While my life is normally spinning out of control there are rare occasions of peacefulness with my children. I love them always but sometimes I just want to get away. I get so tired of screaming and fighting, time outs and taking toys.
Today, however was different. My youngest son woke up early and came downstairs to sit with me. He sat in my lap and was a perfect angel. We looked at our Christmas tree and our stockings that we put up yesterday. We shared a cup of coffee and just hung out.
It's times like these that I want to remember and that make me the saddest when I think about them growing up. I am going to miss my baby boys even if I may welcome the peace and quiet for a moment or two:)
