It happens at the end of February every year. A wave of incredible nostalgia hits. Memories of my weeks in the hospital. Memories of my tiny babies. Memories of hospital visits and bringing them home. We are gearing up for their 3rd birthday parties (yes...parties...plural...I don't know what I was thinking...), and I can't figure out where the last 3 years went. It seems like just yesterday they were so tiny.
They definitely don't fit quite so easily in my arms anymore! They've gotten so tall that they are now a mess of gangly arms and legs in my lap. I remember bringing them home and wishing that they could be older. Sturdy toddlers so I wouldn't be so worried about them all the time. I thought it would be forever until they turned 1, let alone 3. Now 3 years have passed and I laugh that I ever had that thought. Partly because the time went by so quickly. Partly because I thought I would worry less about incredibly active toddlers than sweet, sleeping newborns!