Chase is the easiest baby to get to bed. Give him his "geta" (his blanket), a kiss goodnight, and he grabs his right hand thumb and we see him in the morning. But tonight he was having trouble going down so I went in and kept the room dark as I sat and rocked my 20 month old "baby," to sleep. The dishes were sitting on the counter below me, the laundry was scattered in piles across my bathroom floor, blogs were outdated, and emails needed replying to but none of those distractions seemed to be calling my name. As I sat there holding him I was reminded how soon this time passes and how I wish there was such thing as a virtual recorder so we could one day go back and experience moments like this. It freaks me out thinking about when my boys are older and too old to sit on my lap, to want to give me hugs and kisses, to not remember what I was like when they were young, for me to forget how few freckles they once had, how innocent and pure their little giggles once were, how easy it was to make them smile, how forgiving they were of my imperfections as a mother. These little people are not little for long and as much as I want them to reach that stage when they're more able, more relatable, more appreciative, I wish they could stay this way forever and I could remember how easy it is to love. I want them to be able to read this one day and know that I did appreciate this time in my life. As hard as some days, some weeks, some months, and some years have been, to have 15 minutes to rock my sweet baby to sleep tonight, to feel him nuzzle into that special shoulder spot and feel completely safe and loved in my arms is enough for me to keep doing this Mom thing. How lucky I am.