I hate wishing my life away. Ever since I was a kid, I was always - and I mean always - counting down the days to the next big (or small) event. When I was 14 I started counting the days until my 16th birthday when I could drive. Seriously - I kept this up for about 700 days. It amuzed some of my friends, but I know it had to get on people's nerves.
And now as an adult, I do the same thing! For example, there's only 13 more days until Mike and I go on our anniversary-cruise-vacation. (Yep, I had to sneak that in there!)
But do I wish my life away? Am I wishing the girls' lives away? It's entertaining to me when I catch glimpses of the future - what the girls will be like, how they'll interact, the fun we'll have as a family, etc. I'm living for the moment, but let me just describe how fantastic life will be when I don't have to haul around a diaper bag stuffed with bottles, formula, diapers, extra clothes, hand santizer, etc. (Ok, so I will probably always carry the hand sanitizer, but you get the idea). And, how fabulous life will be when we no longer need car seats.
Am I living life on the greener side but neglecting things that will have to be maintained when I get there? Like, will the girls have to haul their own purses around, packed with lip gloss, a brush, cash, and maybe even a cell phone? Will they get along? Will they all want to share a bedroom? Will they have the same friends? Will they decline friends' invitations to events so that The Three can do something together? Will they have a sister-bond that I've always longed for?
Hurry up ... but don't grow up. It's making me old! Girly-girl, chickadee, baby girl ... you're awesome - don't change for anyone!
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