Sitting cross legged on the living room floor, my boys are shooting the breeze and giggling and carrying on so innocently. Not competing, not arguing. These moments are few and far between. The focus of the evening has turned to sewing. You read it right. These boys are rough, tough, athletic boys. My younger of the two loves to delve into the miscellaneous fabrics, threads and needles of my sewing kit. It consists of random pieces and intentional projects. But tonight, these scraps were transformed into pillows for the baby. Their baby brother is almost seven months old. When they were babies, I sewed them each a pillow. Sure they have heard the story a few times, but tonight it became real.
The lessons of the evening were not of the perfection of a seam but the memories forged. I sit on the floor offering only encouragement. Sitting back and witnessing peace and innocence. Some days I wonder what has happened to my babies. Not tonight though. Can I steal these moments...reenact tomorrow...I know the answer. For tonight, we stayed up a couple of hours past bed time. Yes. Hold me guilty. I couldn't get enough. When they asked to go to bed, I knew I had done something right.
One of my most cherished memories happened just a couple of hours ago. I feel like the luckiest mommy.
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