As I roll over to see the morning sun creep through our blinds, I contemplate going for a walk or doing some writing while the house is quiet.
Before I get a chance to make up my mind, my thoughts are interrupted with the sound of one of my little girls coughing.
I will have to move fast, I tell myself, before they wake.
There goes my quiet time.
I expect Miss Four to come straight into our bedroom, but she doesn’t.
I lie in bed wondering what mischief she’s up to, when I hear two little voices.
Two little voices happily chatting.
‘You orright, daaarrrlinnnng?’ I hear Miss Four saying to Miss Almost Two in a motherly voice.
‘Daddy work?’ I hear Miss Almost Two asking.
‘Mummy shower?’ she continues.
The two little voices get closer as I hear two pairs of feet scamper toward our room.
Two tiny faces peer around the door.
Miss Almost Two waltzes in begging to be picked up and brought into bed with us, while Miss Four stands back with a playful smile on her face wondering if she will get in trouble for getting her little sister out of bed.
‘She was coughing, Mummy, and you didn’t hear-ded her, so I got her out of bed,’ she explains.
I tell her to hop in too and the four of us have a delicious Sunday morning cuddle.
I have looked at this photo a million times since Dave took it. It fills me with warmth and belonging. Our little family.
In this household, thanks to our two little girls, there is now twice as much fun, twice as much dancing, twice as much laughter, twice as much silliness, twice as much imagination, twice as many deep and meaningfuls about fairies, twice as much talk about poo .. twice as many tantrums, twice as much crying and a mummy twice as tired … but let’s not go there today.
For many years it was just us two – Dave and me.
We shared so much together – love, laughs, loss, travel, adventure, life-changing decisions.
We were content.
Who knew that these two little people who have turned our lives upside down could completely redefine the meaning of content for us.
We are exhausted most of the time, working hard and playing hard, but we wouldn’t change it for the world.
While some days are hard and I find myself counting down the hours until their bedtime, when we sit on the couch at the end of the day to watch Peter Rabbit, one of them on my lap, the other under my wing, all I feel is bliss.
What makes you content? How has your life changed since kids? Do your kids talk about poo as much as mine?
Linking up today with the gorgeous Zanni for Sunshine Sunday and writing to the theme Two.