...but the years are short. I don't remember the person who first shared this widsom with me, but I most certainly find it true as I parent our three little boys and our new baby girl. Each day stretches out before me as I work to manage our house on very few hours sleep. With a new baby, my to-do list is radically modified to include simple things like taking a shower, having time to wash off the dining room table after we eat, and looking at the boys' faces long enough to realize they have crusty noses and spaghetti goatees. At the end of each day is the inevitable list of should'ves: should've played a game with the oldest boy, should've played ball with the middle boy, should've read more to the youngest boy, should've done more laundry, should've returned that item, should've spent less time (dare I even say it at the onset of a new blog?) blogging on the iPad. And then I think, if the days are long, why don't I get more done? But sometimes the days seem so long that I wonder, "Is it bedtime yet?" But as I look at how big the boys are and how far they've come since they were their sister's age, I wonder, "How on earth are they already that big?!?" It seems I spend the day blinking to stay awake, and somehow I blinked and it all goes by too fast.
So, for now, I am thankful for the long days because I'm already starting to wonder how the years are so short.
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