The peace is gone.
I hear the thump of little feet jumping off the bed.
The pitter patter coming down the stairs.
"Good Morning!"
The blonde 2 foot tall tornado has returned.
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"
"I want..."
The toys once picked up,
scattered all over once again.
The constant hunger has returned,
"Snack?"
"I want that one!"
"I want it...I want it! Pleeeeeease!"
The screams and cries,
to the word, "No."
Stomping,
Hitting,
Screeching.
Howling.
"I want that one!!!!!"
The constant chasing of the poor dog,
The sounds of preschool shows blaring.
The peace is gone.
But in all the constant turmoil and noise,
I look into her beautiful blue eyes.
See her radiant smile,
framed by a mess of blonde curls...
and I realize
I wouldn't trade her for all the peace in the world.
Especially when I hear the words,
"I love you Mommy,"
followed by a hug and kiss.
awwww love it!!
ReplyDeleteSWEET!!!!
ReplyDelete2 year olds are tornados! But at the end of the day you wouldn't trade them for anything!
ReplyDeleteLove this Em! Awesome to see your posts!!! I really need to get back to my blog... I think about it all the time, but it's always emotionally too hard. Someday! Off to go read more of your work!
ReplyDeleteWhooopss... totally thought there was more of yours hahaha. I was looking on the wrong page. That should show how long it has been since I have been here!
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