Usually when I get home from work I'm tired. I'm ready to flop down on the couch and not move until I get up to zombie walk to the bed. I rush to get the kids ready for bed and rationalize not giving them a little more time when I haven't seen them all day. Part of me misses them, but the more exhausted part seems to usually win.
Tonight, as usual, I rushed through the bed time routine with the kids, flopped down and focused the rest of my energy on Pinterest. It wasn't long before Tegan was yelling for water. Annoyed I stomped down to her room to give her some water and then saw her sweet little face. I squished next to her on the bed and she seemed so happy I'd decided to join her. She listened to me sing off key to her and smiled the whole time, and then grabbing on to me told me she wouldn't let me leave. We played and chatted for a while and it was one of those moments where I realized that as she gets older there will be less and less of these moments. Someday she might be annoyed when I'm begging for a little attention.
I know myself well enough to know that I won't be cuddling up every night next to my girls to watch them sleep or ponder on what a lucky girl I am to have them in our family, in our life, but I'm grateful for these moments that come from time to time to remind me that I really am a lucky, blessed girl.