It's a funny thing, time.
I've been married for five years. I have a four-year-old and a 16 month old. We have lived in our house for 4.5 years. My dog is eight-years-old. I am going to be thirty-two next month.
Can someone explain to me how any of this is even possible?
Didn't I just walk down the aisle and go on my amazing, warm, child-free honeymoon? Wasn't I just setting up Kendall's nursery? Wasn't James JUST born? Aren't I still in my twenties?
It's all very surreal to me. While at times those events seem like a lifetime ago, I can barely remember them, other times they just happened yesterday. I know, so cliche.
Timehop shows me pictures from 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years ago every morning when I wake up. I look at them in disbelief, "look at this picture of Baby Kendall, when did she get so big?". On one hand, seeing these "old" pictures makes me sad. I miss my babies being babies and we all know there is nothing better than a brand new baby. Then on the other hand it makes me happy because it means my babies are happy and healthy and growing and, really, what could be better than that?
Also, sometimes I feel like I've got amnesia or early onset Alzheimers {kidding} because my memory is AWFUL. I like Timehop because it allows me to re-remember past pictures and events so hopefully, one day, I'll remember them on my own. But for real, Timehop, you rock!
I wish I could freeze time. Or be a vampire. Right now is a pretty great time in the life of the Dews. Kendall is a pretty, fun, spunky little girl, full of personality. James is adorable, adventurous and wonderfully rotten. I feel the best I've felt my whole life. I like right now.
Every January reminds me of how quickly time is going. Didn't we just recover from t
he winter that nearly killed the moms? And now we're facing another white death this week {too soon, Mother Nature}. And every January I feel pressured {by no one but myself} to make a resolution or come up with a word of the year. I suck at both of those, by the way. Not to be too general, but this year I just want to focus on being better.
I want to be a better, more patient, more involved wife and mom, most of all. My family deserves a lot more than what I give them and they deserve better. I spent a lot of time this weekend organizing and cleaning our house so that things will be easier, thus allowing us more time to just do fun things rather than spend time looking for x, y, z in one of three junk drawers. I want to be more considerate of my husband. I want to be present for my children. And I want to have more fun as a family. I think if I can do those things for my family {and myself} I will actually remember every little moment and maybe, just maybe time won't go by so quickly. A girl can dream, right?