I hope they remember ...

I hope the girls remember family time in our bed on Saturday mornings. Peanut jumping into our bed while we wait for Gizmo to wake up. Bringing Gizmo back to bed, making us a cozy family of four. Watching Gizmo try to dive headfirst off the bed and Peanut laughing and laughing with her father and begging him to take her to get donuts.

I hope the girls remember our dance parties. Shaking their booties. Singing. Laughing. Swinging and spinning. Peanut yelling "Again! Again!" asking for her song of the day while Gizmo bops up and down on the floor.

I hope the girls remember singing in the car. The whole family singing to Taylor Swift, Hot Chelle Rae (shame. oh the shame) and momma trying to get them to listen to something decent.

I hope the girls remember their time together. Playing together at such a young age. Wrestling each other in Gizmo's crib while I get ready in the mornings. Splish-splashing in the tub, taking turns sitting closest to the running faucet.

I hope they remember looking through our wedding album and momma and daddy trying to explain why their sweet little girls weren't in any of the pictures. (Because you weren't born yet. Because you weren't momma's belly yet. Just because.) And Peanut later saying, "That's when you and daddy got married. I wasn't in your belly yet."

I hope they remember their matching fleece jackets and momma taking time to coordinate their outfits.

I hope they remember their father making them cheesy toast and pigs in a blanket. And how he got down on the floor and wrestled with them.

I hope the girls remember that I told them that I love them to the moon and back 18 times a day.

I hope they remember the tickling. The kisses. The hugs. The times we tell them how smart they are. How sweet they are. How lovely they are.

I don't know why I have been thinking about this lately. Maybe it's because I see just how quickly they are growing and changing. Peanut is drawing actually people with faces instead of squiggle lines. She starts indoor soccer in a couple weeks and I'm finally (FINALLY!) able to move ahead with getting her in preschool (more on that another day). Gizmo is experimenting with standing, balancing all on her own for a few seconds at a time, wearing a look of determination that says "I know I can just walk over there." She started raising her hands over her head when we cry "HOW BIG IS GIZMO? SOOOOO BIG!" She has two teeth. She cries when we tell her no, like we broke her heart.

And as all this happens, I keep thinking "I hope we all remember this."