I think babies have superpowers. Last weekend I left for a girls weekend. I could not wait to get away.
I even asked Jeff to drop me off at the airport earlier than necessary just so I could sit in the lobby in quiet. I needed a break. The first night was so awesome to be with one of my very best friends but the next morning while shopping at the Mall of America, I watched a mom trying to shop with her little boy about Ethan’s age.
Shopping with babies = not usually enjoyable.
She was trying to wrangle pushing a stroller, while holding shopping bags and a fussy, wiggly toddler. She looked tired too. She scooped him up and put him on her hip and my heart cried.
I thought she is so blessed with this beautiful baby to love and what a beautiful season and how I missed my boys.
It was not even 24 hours since I couldn’t get away faster and now I’m missing them? How do they do this to us?
Cue the ugly cry.