~Capturing the Magic~

I've discovered that each night around this time I have just a little space of time to myself.  The kitchen is clean, the soft humming of the dishwasher usually providing a pleasant rhythm in the background.  Both boys are in bed, although the oldest may not yet be asleep as I sometimes hear shouts and giggles echoing through the foyer. Rudy is out practicing his golf swing, longing for the warm days when he can go put his practice into play.  Jack and Lola are faithfully laying at my feet, trying to soak up some of the heat from the gas fireplace I'm just not ready to give up yet (maybe the only thing about winter I'm not ready to give up).

I could be using this time to run, but I find running at night daunting, especially after a day that started over 14 hours ago, and my goal is to now tackle that first thing in the morning, we will see how pleasantly I greet 4 am. I could be using the time to decorate our new house, but I must recognize this is a process, one that took me almost three years to complete in our house a third the size of this one.  Hopefully that does not mean it will take nine years for me to love this house like I did our little house.  One thing I was decent at in the little house was carving out time to record our memories over here in our blog, something I just haven't done so well since we have relocated.

That being said, I'm going to try again.  Something I have said several times, but keep contemplating. Yesterday I came back to my blog, and I loved reading the little things about my boys, particularly Rowen, that I had remembered to capture here. Because more often than not, these fleeting moments in their lives escape my day to day memories, and I want to hold onto these little pieces of magic forever.  And for now, this is the place I choose to hold them.

I want to remember the way the bond between my little boys is growing, each and every day.  How sometimes they can be fighting over the same toy, hollering at the tops of their lungs, and in the next moment Rowen is placing a kiss on the top of his little brother's head.  Or the way our wild spirited  Finny runs and hides when you say its bedtime, but once caught lays on your chest offering a curled hand wave and nigh-nigh all the way up the stairs as he clutches his many gators to his chest. How they both get way too excited for Pizza.  How we have dance parties to classical renditions of pop songs and Disney music multiple times a day. Or how Rudy and I lament almost daily at how quickly time is passing as we watch more and more of the toddler-ness shed from Rowen, the kindest, sweetest little almost three year old we have ever loved.

These memories are small but precious, and ones like these will hopefully span my lifetime.  I'm planning to come back to my space more often in the quiet time I have found.  Remembering, and recording these memories is more important to me than I realized. And hopefully one day when I look back, I will of captured the magic that is our ordinary wonderful little life.