Learning to ride your bike. Slumber parties. Graduating high school. Meeting the love of your life.
Now you’re all grown up, like it or not, and the children you’ve dreamed of are here in your arms. Only a blink of time has passed since your parents were removing your training wheels and you were screaming, “Don’t. Let. Go!” How many blinks are left before your babies are riding on two wheels, singing in the school musical, graduating, and setting off on their own? Not enough blinks. Never enough.
I get it. I’ve watched my own children crawl, walk, run, and now I’m sending my oldest to middle school. My heart is full of joy, my eyes full of happy tears, as I look back at the moments of their lives I’ve captured over the last 11 years, each image reminding me of those moments I forever want to hold close.