Slow Dance

I have been forcing myself to slow down and "slow dance" through life. It seems as though there is always a reason to be fast paced, and have a jammed schedule. When I do "slow dance" I find I see things that made the "slow dance" oh so worth it. And I smile and write it on my memorable moments heart page. Memorable moments such as watching my brother snuggle with my girls on Christmas day. One niece on each side of him and their heads together. It made me proud. Proud that he took the time to come. I know we are not very cool, especially at his age! Proud that they love him and adore him so much. They idolize their Uncle RaRa. Proud that he is my brother. I wanted so badly to freeze that moment in time, to never let it end, and that although there will hopefully be many more to come, this one would never ever happen again.

Watching my girls "navigate" through the Christmas clutter (I prefer to call it crumbs) on their new scooters (coolers according to McKynzie), arranging the boxes, and new toys to develop a challenging "cooler" track. Realizing, all the while that even though the clutter drove me crazy, I know that when the time comes that they get their first car, I will desperately wish for the scooter and Christmas crumb days. That being said, there is NOTHING like Christmas crumbs and scooters!!!! 

~Ashlynne is at that transition stage where she desperately wants to be "just like me"- Oh God help her!! and be who she wants to be. Does she buy the one like Mommy's or buy the color she truly likes? Should she do her hair like mommy's or how she thinks looks best? I realized the extreme admiration our children have for us when I tried a new look with my makeup. She was staring at me with a cute little smile that made me feel like at that moment, I was the most important person in the world. I asked her "what?!" And she gushes "Mom! you are soooo pretty. I love your makeup like that. I want to be that pretty when I grow up. And I'm going to do my makeup just like that." She stared at me the rest of the day with complete awe and admiration! Since then, she has wanted to wear that same red lipstick I wore that day. I understand now that it is the most sincerest complement I could ever be paid. And yes, I do let her wear it. 

~McKynzie is my one who can melt my heart with her sincerity, because she isn't serious often. She is also only two! BUT... when I told her, as I do every bedtime/naptime that she is the best baby EVER, she responded with her little serious voice "you are the best Mommy ever. I love you-so much" Oh can I tell you the waterworks started. She is usually goofy, and her rare serious moments always catches me off guard. 

~Once in a while life gives you a Fairy Tale... That is seriously how I feel. Sometimes I feel like my life is a fairy tale movie, and I am watching it. How on earth did I end up with such an incredible man? I am always amazed. Amazed at how when I am down, how much better he can make me feel. Amazed at how he loves me unconditionally. Amazed at how he "handles" us girls and our meltdowns! Amazed at how wise he is! Amazed at how he always sees the best in people-usually.  He holds me together when I fall apart, he is my rock. He is such a good man.  Babe, if you live to be a hundred, then I want to live to be a hundred minus a day so I never have to live one day without you. I love our life together and I love you.