I realize there's only two more weeks left.
I realize otherwise laid-back mornings will soon turn to chaos right before my eyes.
I realize I'll be on a mission to get out the door, to not forget anything, to not be late for work, to kiss them too much and hug them too tight.
I realize the impact Catching a Shooting Star has on a life, let alone two little lives.
I realize it all.
That's why I'm trying to savor this life as it is right now. I'm trying to embrace the manic days of Terrible Twos and eat up every ounce of sunshine and smile and giggle I can get.
It's not really anything different, except everything is changing and my heart is aflutter, and there's a lump forming in my throat and the sleepless nights are coming and there's tears dripping from my eyes right this second.
Rough waters ahead, passengers. Rough, indeed.
Breakfast -- al fresco.
Pumpkin French Toast
But, the meal was hardly eaten, foiling yet another master plan of mine to relish these last slow mornings.
The real highlight were the slow eaters at the neighboring table.
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