Between the hours of 4 and 5 our home's climax of chaos occurs---nearly daily. The boys are home from school, unloading their backpacks and their daily reports. They are hungry. It's time to make dinner. Time for homework and piano practice. Sariah and Hyrum are usually outside and need some sort of attention every few minutes to avoid injury. I'm bouncing from one request, to favor, to emergency to another. The words, "this is nuts" often run through my head. Today was no exception.
Tonight after family night, James and I tried to put it all into perspective. Even though we possess the knowledge that we have the possibility of being with these precious people forever through the eternities, we also possess the knowledge that those associations will be as adults. These tender years at this time in our lives are the ONLY time we will have our little ones, little. It's hard at moments, but the brevity of these years only adds to their pricelessness.
Tonight during family night, Talmage accompanied on the piano one of our songs for the first time. Bryant built a "fort" for his lesson. We all crawled in the cramped quarters and he taught us about the birth of the Savior as he sat by a doll propped up on a pillow, flashlight in hand. Sariah giggled so hard during he "who's got the button?" activity she couldn't stand up. And, during our opening song, Hyrum crawled off my lap, waddled to the "front" of the room, and proceeded to wave his arm to lead the music. Priceless, precious, and I'm afraid, fleeting. If the moments can't last forever, I hope the memories do.
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