Plea

James is in Iowa on an interview. I do great for about 24 hours. Than I start to notice my patience slipping silently into thin air.
At about 3:30 I told the kids not to follow me. I was going to go to the bathroom all by myself. ( I was really going to kneel down on the side of the porcelain pot that is home to some of my most desperate pleas to my Father in Heaven.
They were dragging themselves behind me.
I tried to ascend the staircase but I found myself staring blankly at the worn, gross, needed to be vacuumed light tan carpeted stairs. I had two sets of tiny arms flung around my neck begging me to let them join me on the potty. I thought in that moment. A blessing. I knew it. But tired.
I made it.
Their little bodies are resting quietly in their beds. I just read a quote from President Hinckley telling us that we cannot raise these children on our own. We must call upon the powers of Heaven. It works.
You will make it. I will make it.
And we will most inevitably miss these precious days.
The days with tiny arms wrapped around our necks begging for our attention.
In 30 years I will be begging them for theirs.