Life is a series of fleeting moments. In just one year a baby is born, then learns to nurse and sleep (hopefully), how to hold her head up and smile. He’ll learn to roll over, reach for toys and before you know it they’re sitting, then crawling and walking and running. It goes by SO FAST! Sometimes I’m insanely grateful to move on from a moment, but the beautiful moments slip away just as easily as hard ones.
I hope I don’t forget the way Luke is trying his best to keep up with his sister these days. He wants to ring the doorbell like her, color with her and put a board book on the piano for “music”. He often carries a spoon around, probably so he’s always ready when food is officered, because man can this boy eat! This week he started sitting at the table and he LOVES being more included. He’s figured out that he can get a lot of praise for putting things away like diapers and wipes (score) and every time we say his name he reaches for his nose because finding it is his new trick and he’s pretty excited about it.
I hope I don’t forget the endless coloring projects Madeline starts. Or the tiny pieces of paper she cuts that end up all over the floor. She asks me to curl her hair almost every morning and the few mornings we get to it she beams with delight watching her locks bounce up and down. She can drive me to the brink of insanity one moment and the next she’s saying the sweetest thing like, “Thanks for coming home, daddy. I love it when you’re here.” She pulls us all into a family hug each night after prayers and I think it’s kind of the greatest.
I take pictures to capture moments, big and small, so they can remain memories. Otherwise we will forget. And there are so many things about life I don’t want to forget.