My dad reminded me today just how quickly time flies. And as I sit here tonight, looking for a picture, I came across the following picture….when did he:
As I started looking through old pictures tonight from just two years ago, it was as if those memories happened yesterday. It’s like I remember what I felt when I took that picture or what we were doing or how Charlie was acting. And in an instant, he is a rambunctious, fun-loving, two and a half year old….and my life somehow feels like it’s in fast-forward.
So on days when I feel overwhelmed at the thought of all I have to do, when I feel burdened at daily life, when these boys just seem to drive me to the brink, I’ll think of each of these pictures and remember that this is a season, a brief time in which I am the world to them and in which the laundry can wait ’til tomorrow and life will work itself out. I know that years from now, I’ll long for these days, but while I’m here, I’ll cherish them.