It feels good to have noise and activity in our house. It feels good to wake up early on the weekend to feed a hungry and delirious kid.
I had plans this morning to meet Josey at Park Meadows for shopping, lunch and girl time. Jeremy stayed with the twins so I could go. Somehow during our shopping conversation it came up about how having kids means years of early mornings, early bedtimes, noise and mess. And I told her that I miss all of it. Having nothing but time on my hands now, it doesn't feel good, like I'm free, like it did before I had a child. It just feels like something is perpetually missing from my life. Having a child changes you forever.
I'm typing this on my phone Saturday afternoon while the twins are napping on the couch next to me. And life feels a little more right than it has in a long time.