Someday I’m going to miss the snaggle tooth smiles, and the countless questions, and the made-up bedtime excuses, and all the giggling.

Someday I’m going to miss make-believe, and imaginary friends, and spilled milk, and Candyland, and all the jokes about poop.

Someday I’m going to miss washing sand out of their hair, and giving magic boo-boo fixing kisses, and telling princess bedtime stories.

Someday I’m going to miss cutting up a dozen hot dogs, and stepping on army men, and noisy car rides, and dandelion bouquets.

Someday I’m going to miss matching dresses, and messy rooms, and constantly refilling the soap dispenser and TP.

Someday I’m going to miss falling into bed every night exhausted, and reading books that rhyme, and painting little fingernails pink and sparkly, and stopping to inspect every bug.

Someday I’m going to miss all this crazy.

And some days I have to remind myself of this when I think I’m going crazy.

Because this stage in my life is fleeting and I need to redeem the time that is given with my crazies/blessings!

“For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven.”  Ecclesiastes 3:1