(It was actually yesterday, but I was too busy to post.)
I can't believe my girly girl has gone from this
to this in six short months.
The other day a lady I know was talking about the season that she's in right now, as a grandma, is the best season of life. That as she was raising her kids she couldn't imagine anything better, but the this time of her life is better.
And, honestly, I can't conceive of anything better. I love l-o-v-e love (did you get that it's a lot of love from the spelling it out?) being a mom to my sweet little ones. Of course, we have difficult moments, but I love the ages that they're at, I love the time of life that Eric and I are in, and I find myself wishing that I could just freeze time.
I want to savor each and every moment I have my my kids. Time is so fleeting. I want to enjoy everything they say, hold them every time they ask, and not allow anything to get in the way of truly cherishing them. I'm thankful that they're growing up in a home that's safe and where they know that they are truly adored.
And, that was a totally random tangent that I wasn't expecting to go down. What can I say?