click here to open post Apr 03, 2011 | posted in Personal | 14 comments

Pardon the silly (and blurry, and shockingly over saturated) “before” cell phone pictures. . .

Hair cuts hurt my heart. I can’t explain why, precisely. But they do. Perhaps since they’re a rarity in our home, they feel especially like a grown up thing to do. They make me feel as if I’m 14 seconds from dealing with learner’s permits and missed curfews.

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I just want you to stay small. Forever and ever.

Keep climbing up on my lap (incessantly, and all at the same time, even though I GENUINELY feel like I’m going to have a claustrophobia induced panic attack). Keep jumping on my couches (even though it drives me INSANE and destroys the cushions). Keep having wrestling matches in the center of the living room (though, we did purchase you a trampoline for that very purpose). Keep jumping on my bed with pockets full of sand (even though when I climb into bed at night, I use your names in vein). Continue climbing onto my beautiful white coffee table (even though now it’s officially BEIGE). Keep leaving your wet beach towels in the back of my car (even though it makes my car smell like wet dog). Keep doing all these things that make me crazy-pants, because time’s already flying by quicker than I can catch my breath.

You just keep on driving me crazy, because if it means ONE MORE SECOND with you, I’m in. Both feet.

I love you boys. Every crazy inch.

Love,

Mom