Had a stroll down memory lane tonight. I have some films from when the boys where small but not enough by far.
When I watch these my brain can not really get it together. I KNOW they have been this small, but I can’t remember them in that age.
Who were they. When I see the clips I mix up what I see with who I know today. And it becomes so wiered. Even more wiered than this post.
That’s when it is good to know, that I did do my best to live in the moment and be actually there. Because even if I can’t remember I know that I was.
Like now. As the Mr is doing a nightshift the boys invited themselves to our bed. And I cherish their warmth and their breathing. And snuggle somemore. As I know that this won’t last
Louise Dock 
That’s nice – my daughter is 25 and she still enjoys a bit of snuggling or hand holding. My sons though…. nope!
Oh no, don’t say that! I need snuggle. The oldest “threatens” to move to Australia when he turns 16. That makes the snuggle part so much harder, but then again easier to my heart…