preschooler overload

i’ve been babysitting a lot lately. i had my boss’s two little boys on friday and today i spent the afternoon babysitting three little girls: age 5, 3, and 1 year. they are darling and silly and we spent a good half hour playing dress up in their disney princess gowns, tiaras, petticoats, and wands while they told me all about their recent trip to disneyland.

none of them had been to disneyland before, and the two older girls were both still enchanted by their memories. “splash mountain was way too scary,” “there was a mean witch at the end of the sulley ride,” “i loved winnie the pooh! i met him!” “and mickey mouse!” they babbled and talked over each other, showed me stuffed baby dumbos and barbie tinkerbells. and for a moment, i could have spent the rest of my life in a home with little girls playing dolls and dress-up between trips to the most magical place in the world. i haven’t felt content like that in a long time. for the first time in a while i was completely happy in the moment.

i need more moments like that.