You know that saying 'the days are long, but the years are short'? Yeah, well it's true.
The other day I was flicking through, well Flickr actually, and I was taken aback by how little my children looked. They have changed so much. So much. I know how tired I was back then, but my body can not feel the effects anymore; I know I was probably nagging the eldest about things, but for the life of me I don't know why. I know my children moaned about one another, but dang it sounds so cute now.
I wish I could go back and get one more smooch of those cheeks. I wish I could go back and tell me to get off my eldest's back. I wish I could go back and tell myself to stop sweating the small stuff, and that the stuff I thought was big was actually quite a cute thing that they'd grow out of; I wish I could go back and get more photos, tell them how awesome I think they are, or how much I love them.
And then I realise that one day I'll be wishing the same about these moments too. And I'm giving them extra hard cuddles and smooches and hugs and telling them what good boys they are and how much I love them. Because I do. And I can. And one day these will all be a memory.
It really will.