When I grow up...

I won't have to get out of bed at 5:30, I'll want to, because all old people get up early right?

I'll eat ice cream with my coffee for breakfast because my little children won't be watching, no just my grand-kids and I'll share!

I won't complain about a snowstorm in March, after 5 55* days, because I will have learned complaining doesn't change the weather.

I won't sign at a freshly mopped now freshly dirtied floor when little children run across it with muddy feet. Instead, I will smile and remember the days when those were the footprints of my little children..

I will take the time to sit and enjoy the little things; like the smell of fresh baked bread, the early morning sunrise, and the way dew sparkles on spring flowers.... for now I will smell the bread as my little blessing devour it, I will watch the sunrise as I fly down the steps to try to get a head start before the chaos begins, and I will catch a glimpse of the dew as I chase after my toddler who learned to open the front door.

I will drink coffee, black... well maybe not.

I will not regret snotty nosed kisses, snuggling with a sick child in the middle of the night or dandelion flower bouquets. I will long for them, because those things happen in only one season of life...

I will not blame my baby when I toot because it will just be a part of life.

I will not be obsessed with a clean floor because I will have learned that floors are for walking on, not eating off of.

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I am still young, and at times I fail to remember the important things in life. I often make a big deal out of a little thing. I choose, right now, to enjoy today, because today will never come again. I will be thankful for the few moments of silence at 5:30 AM and that my blessing are still sleeping. I will take the time to smell the dandelions and display them proudly. Who knows, I might even serve up ice cream with breakfast. Now that would be a memory!