Wow. Eight years. I know. I said the same thing last year when it was seven years. I don’t feel any differently this year, maybe just more bittersweet. I wouldn’t trade a single second of a single minute of a single hour of a single day with her. Not for anything in the entire universe and beyond. Every single second of the last 8 years with her (and six and a half hours, but who’s counting?) has been absolutely, positively, undeniably, without-a-doubt, truly and unmistakably the best seconds of my entire life. I would only ask the Universe to slow it down a tad bit. A wee bit. A mite?
I want more time. I want more time to soak up the smiles and the questions and the laughter and the tears that only mommy can love away. I want more hugs, more giggles, more hysterically funny comments. I want more time. I want more negotiating with me on bedtime or bathtime or naptime or schooltime. I want more skiing, downhill and cross country. I want more days at the library, more cruising through flea markets, more playing at the Seahorse Park. I want more snowball fights and snowwomen in the backyard. I want more swinging and sledding and hiking and camping. I want more marshmallows in hot chocolate and marshmallows in s’mores. That’s it, I want some more! S’more please. Of all of the last beautiful, perfect eight years with her.
That’s all I ask. Just more time.
We had a lovely day, just hanging out here at home, while the Universe couldn’t decide if it wanted to snow or not. We might go skiing tomorrow, or not. We might just watch the Star Wars movies all over again! Maybe even White Christmas. (Cause the last time we put it in, it snowed six inches. We think we may be onto something. We’ll let you know.)
Honey vanilla cupcakes with dark chocolate frosting made for yummy birthday dessert! (All Paleo mind you!!)
I know my cup runneth over and I drink from the saucer tonight.