I am currently sitting on an airplane, flying over the Atlantic Ocean, on my way to Ireland. I’ve never been before, and I am so excited to take in all the beauty this country has to offer. In equal proportions I am excited about the adventure before me, and terribly missing two little girls who, as of late, take up half of my time. You see, I recently left my single life and am now sharing all my belongings and personal space with 1 wonderful man and 2 little girls who bring endless joy into my life. When David and I made the decision to share our lives together, I knew it would be a major transition for all of us, but I never could have imagined just what that meant.
They wake up and get into our bed at 6am. Who gets up at 6am and likes it?! Little monsters, thats who. Sometimes they wear me out so badly that I just want to hide in the closet and cry forever. I don’t understand how they decide to not like a food all of a sudden, (especially after I’ve taken the time to prepare a delicious meal for them!), or why they’re afraid of the toilet flushing, or why they have to chase the cats, or why they decide to be thirsty or hungry or bored or itchy at the precise second that I have sat down and gotten comfortable for the first time all day. One thing I can say for sure, on the days the girls are with us, I get a very good sleep indeed, probably from being so wiped out… until they wake up in the middle of the night needing a drink, to go potty, take the covers off! put the covers back on! I want a stuffed animal! Not this one! I want my bear that we haven’t seen in three months! I want that book moved to a different spot on the bookshelf! Can we leave the nightlight on? Can we turn the nightlight off? I just woke up because the cat walked passed my bedroom door. Katie won’t stop singing! Abby told me to stop singing and I don’t want to! I just woke up because I wanted to tell you that I love you.
Then there are the times that they want to hold my hand, snuggle on the couch, cook with me, take photos of food like I do and tell me they love me. These are the times that make all the exhaustion seem like a mere whisper. Truly, the times of crazy are far less than the times of overwhelming sweetness and love. Abby loves to double dip. When we’re eating vegetables with ranch or hummus, or chips and salsa, she asks if she can double dip. We always let her because we don’t care. We let the girls know that other people don’t always like to do that so it’s always good to ask, and that there are times that we wouldn’t double dip at all. So now when Abby and I are sharing something dipable, she looks up at me, smiles, and says, “we can double dip because we’re family”, and my heart melts every single time.
Watching the girls learn and grow is fascinating. Abby is reading all the words, Katie’s writing is looking more and more like English every day. I can’t believe how fast Abby can ride her bike, and Katie is not far behind. They can climb to the top of any structure in minutes. We go to his parents’ house for lunch and mine for dinner on Sundays and I swell with pride when I observe all the relationships developing. They have a hunger for knowledge, and they notice every little thing that happens around them. They take in the world with such wonder and excitement. Abigail and Katherine drive me batty at times (their father does, too), and I love them more than words could ever describe. I don’t think I can express just how full of love our home is, what joy I feel when the girls are with us, and how badly I miss them when they’re away.
When planning our vacation, David capped our time away to ten days because he just couldn’t be away from the girls any longer than that. I wasn’t thrilled with what seemed like such a short vacation (I spoiled myself with those three weeks in Italy). Now that we’re on our way, and even though we just saw the girls a few hours ago, I can’t wait to come back home and snuggle on the couch together. I can’t wait until they’re old enough to join us on fabulous vacations. I want to share these experiences with them as much as I want to share these experiences with David. I cherish the time that I have David all to myself, and I cherish the time that we all have together as a family.