enjoying the process » loving the journey, not just the destination

Looking Back.

I’m already wishing I could go back and have the last 26 days back. It’s going so fast and I’m so tired and pulled in so many different directions. I don’t want to miss this precious time. It goes so fast. I’m sure you’ve heard me say it a million times- my favorite quote, “with kids, the days are long but the years are short.”  It’s so true. I feel like each day lasts an eternity but each week, each month, each year passes in the blink of an eye.  I bent down to pick up Cade’s pacifier and stood up to find him a young man, 8 years old, handsome as can be, able to read 2 or 3 books per day, helping with chores, teaching me new things, growing up way too fast. I know I harp on this issue a lot, but it’s important to me.  Because I feel this way, it makes me live “in the moment.”  I really enjoy my children. I don’t just Love them, I like them. Liking someone is so much harder than loving them, I think.  I like the things they like, I get excited when they are excited about something… no matter how small.  And I take pictures. Thousands and Thousands of photos that I can enjoy now …And one day when they are grown, I’ll be able to look through these thousands of photos and re-live all these sweet moments.  Here are a few from the past 26 days that I didn’t even realize I had…

This last one reminds me of my film photos.  I wonder if our kids will know what “film” is?

January 7, 2010 - 11:41 am

Sara - Please excuse me while I go grab a box of tissue. I feel the same exact way about my children. I really don’t like it that the years go by so fast. Beautiful beautiful pictures, Emily.

January 7, 2010 - 1:28 pm

Hallie - Maybe you should give a tear-jerker type warning at the beginning of this kind of post :). Thanks for the reminder sweet friend!

January 13, 2010 - 7:25 pm

Dena - You are so right on. I blinked and Fisher is already 9 weeks old. Makes me weepy to think I have forgotten so much about the last 9 weeks.

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