One of the many great things about having my littles around is that I get to relive all the moments of my own childhood. Except it’s way better.

Because I get to skip over any of the trauma and just get right to the good stuff. Like candy and cookies and Bublicious. Lawdy. I had no idea I had been missing Bubalicious this much till I was given grape and watermelon and told to chew both at the same time.

Living large, People. Living very large.

And bedtime. I forgot how special bedtimes are. That drifty state of heavy eyes and stories and cuddling up close. It’s divine.

It makes me think … maybe … just maybe … I could actually do this parenthood thing … maybe.