Someday my house will seem too quiet, and too-loud voices at naptime would be welcomed as joyful company.
Someday I’ll be washing laundry only for two, and the absence of muddy tights & stained white dresses will only follow the absence of the wearer.
Someday I will have abundant time to myself, where I can read|work|think|pray without interruption, and I will long for the surprise of toddlers too-soon awake.
Someday the thought “I just wish I could have two hours to myself!” will be replaced with “I just wish we could have two hours all together!”
Someday I will miss this.