Some days I get lost in the giggles and snuggles and tea parties, but some days are lost to to-do lists and Facebook and stress.
The days are too few to spend them being needlessly busy. In my two year old’s mind, the most successful days are the ones I spend sitting on the floor, building endless towers and reading books until they are burned into our memories. She isn’t burdened by the laundry that goes unfolded or the sink full of dishes, and in the days I follow her lead, I think she’s got it right.
It takes intention to be sure I am lost in my days rather than letting the days be lost. Today I chose to lose myself in the joys of watching my babies grow, even if it meant losing my evening to unfinished chores.