My Happy Heart

Yesterday was a difficult day.  Monday night, I cried before going to bed.  Tuesday morning I cried before leaving for work.  And then, I put my mascara on and told myself I wasn't allowed to cry anymore.

Tuesday morning was challenging.  It was so dark in the early hours of the morning, and my two babies were sound asleep.  Isaiah, in his crib, breathing deeply, and Isabelle sprawled out on her bed, slightly snoring, made my heart smile.  But while I cradled Isaiah to nurse, he grabbed my pajama top and clutched onto it with one hand while he ate in his sleep.  Almost as if to say, "Don't go, Eomma."  Then I cried.  And later, right before I needed to leave, Isabelle woke up, and still half-asleep she asked in her tired morning voice, "Eomma?!  Where aaarrrrre you?" and I cried silent tears while I hugged her.

Yes- the day went by quickly, I only work part-time, I have a job to return to, the babies are in good hands... blah, blah, blah.  :)  Not that I am ungrateful for any of that.  But my heart is happy when I am with my two babies.  I miss these moments, early in the morning, right after they are awake from a long night's sleep.  They smile, make silly faces, and just fill my heart with glee!  Sooooo glad that today is my "Friday".  That means, I can spend the rest of my week cuddling with my babies!  :)