They say don't blink, yet somehow all my blinking has turned to tears lately when I think about our new phase in life. My baby is three and my mini-me is seven and my heart is hurting. Don't get me wrong....I feel so blessed to have them at this age. They are so much more self-sufficient and thoughtful. Like how Zoe wanted to "surprise" me this morning and make me breakfast (she couldn't stand it though and talked to me about it the night before). They are truly amazing kids.
But I miss them being the littlest of littles, too. The girls decided to go through their dress up clothes in order to donate and raise money for those that had not. Through tears, I folded up a little pink princess dress that in its day was worn daily, as I realized that yes, they no longer dressed up as they use too. That dress that seemed once so huge, that I thought surly must still fit, yet looking at the size I realized that it was in fact three sizes to small and I wondered how did we get here?
I love how my little three year still says some things not so clearly, that I can entertain him to no end with a silly voice acting through his stuffed "Koalie" animal. I'm no fool to think that will not end someday in the to near future. When things get harder and deeper and much of the silliness isn't so easily found.
While I know they are still little in so many ways I know how fast this has gone and how faster it will continue to go. And I thank the Lord for his Grace, for yet again I come needing more, needing more of Him to fill me.