Where Does The Time Go?

I was look­ing through pic­tures last night on a nos­tal­gia ben­der. And I totally apol­o­gize in advance for the sug­ary sweet over­load of this post, but BY GOD ALMIGHTY AND ALL THAT IS HOLY THIS WORLD when I saw this one from when D-man was born, his hand next to Hubby’s, it broke me into a mil­lion pieces and then more because I couldn’t help but think of each time I held the kids for the first time. Look­ing into their eyes, exam­in­ing all their fin­gers and toes, won­der­ing what the future held for them. Drink­ing in their beauty.

And let me tell you that new­borns are beau­ti­ful, espe­cially when they are yours. You can’t help but look at them in total awe & won­der think­ing “I helped make you & you are per­fect in every way.” Even if they have a weird big toe you don’t care because you LOVE EVERY DARN PART.

I remem­ber the look of Hubby hold­ing them for the first time. He beamed love from every pour like sun­shine radi­ated from him warm­ing every­thing in his pres­ence with his love. It’s the same look he has when he tucks them in at night. That look that crushes me. It makes me love him more today than yesterday.

Now the kids are all grow­ing up so fast. They are such amaz­ing lit­tle peo­ple & before I know it they’ll be grown up. Heck they might even be blog­ging about their own fam­i­lies one day & have their own nos­tal­gia sugar-laced posts about their chil­dren. But I can remem­ber when all their hands looked so small. I can remem­ber when we they fit snugly against our bod­ies and their hands melted into the palms of ours. I want to hold those moments close to my heart & never let them go even if time moves forward.

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