It's the not so distant past but when I look around me, it seems like a lifetime ago.
We had our home movies converted to DVD and so are revisiting the olden days. I love watching videos of my children. I see my babies on the screen and I want to pick them up. It all comes back to me. I completely understand their toddler babble because I used to speak that language. I remember the sippy cups. I remember the soft onesies. I remember the bald fragrant heads and the tender toddler curls.
I remember being exhausted. I remember being lonely. I remember being poor.
But when I see video of our children rolling around the floor, wrestling with their dad in our sparsely furnished apartment, I see that you don't need plenty of sleep or nice furniture to be deliriously happy.
You just need love.
And love we had.