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Dear Elizabeth and Alexandra,
Even though I see you every single day, I still find it so very hard to believe that you are already 7 and 4. It really (really!) feels like just a couple of weeks ago that I brought each of you home from the hospital.
I am writing to ask you: please, please, please, please, please: don't grow up too fast.
Except, it's already happening. So maybe, please slow down a little bit.
I am asking you because a few years back, when I would be sitting with you, in your dark room, in the middle of the night nursing you for the 4th time that night, I would think to myself: "I can't wait to be able to sleep all night long again". But now? Now I miss those times. Because even though I was so very tired, you were so warm and snuggly and sweet. And now one of you is too big to sit with me in the rocking chair and the other one of you is almost there.
I am asking you this because even though, in the middle of hearing "Mom", "Mama" and "Mommy" for the one million-th time in 15 minutes, and listening to you argue over who's going to push who through the house on the Doramobile car makes me feel frazzled and tired and stressed, I now know that I will miss those times in 10 years when you're both teenagers and won't want to have anything to do with me.
So, let's make a pact: if you slow down with the growing up thing, I will make sure that I savor all of my time with you (even the less than fun times) because I know none of them - the good or the bad - will last long enough.