Blessed moments to remember

Why is it that I often find myself mourning the past that is yet to come? I am melancholic of the future. It makes some sense as I watch my 2 beautiful children grow older, bigger, and more engaging each day. 

My little prince arrives at my bedside each morning with his three prized blankets in his arms. He's been calling them his "kids" recently.  Still sleepy, I invite him in between us to snuggle until its "wake up time."

He's taken to reading and deciphering the time these days, so I recently suggested he try to sleep or stay in bed until the clock has a 7 in the first spot. He has forever been our very own rooster, up before the break of any thought of a dawn... I told him maybe he needed a real clock in his room so he could keep track. But I realize this would also take away one of those exhausting but special moments in his childhood that I know isn't everlasting so I may just hold off on the clock. 

This morning all 4 of us ended up in our tiny queen-sized bed. What a lovely moment that was...squished but in just the right way. Little prince said he and dad would lie "sidewards" - little princess (who's not so little these days coming up to my chin basically!) snuggled up on my right on the edge of the bed nestled with my arm around her. And what a delight that was. 

As I fall asleep tonight, I am grateful for that moment and can only pray I am lucky and blessed enough to experience it again someday soon!