I love the way my two year old follows me around the house and yells momma anytime I’m out of his sight. I love holding my six year old’s hand and hearing him tell me he loves me. I love being cramped in the middle of my giant bed every night my boys on either side. The sweet smell of there hair and the way they can’t ever Seem to get close enough to me. I love my boys. Even though i get frustrated and want a moment alone or my bed to myself i know some day I’m going to miss all this. I’m happy i get to cherish these moments.