Each time I look at you, I can’t believe how quickly the time has passed. The hours that crawled by so slowly during those early morning hours when you were babies have now sped up like a roller coaster going downhill. I regret those early days when I wanted you to mature so you could be a bit more independent.
How did you go from toddling to playing chess? How did you go from a sweet baby on my hips to one who tells stories to anyone who wants to listen? How did we go from me reading you board books to you reading to me?
These days are busy and I miss out on so much. I’m afraid that too often you hear, “In a minute, I’m busy with something.” “As soon as I finish this I can help you.” “Just let me finish folding the laundry.”
I don’t want to finish folding laundry and find that you’ve become adolescents.
Today, let’s seize the moments together before they slip away.
Go ahead. You lead, I’m right behind you.
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