Saturday Afternoon Coloring

My son and daughter are changing rapidly.  So rapidly in fact, that I know I am not even seeing it.  While sometimes I wish I could hit the pause button, I always remind myself that am grateful for my children growing because that means they are healthy.  When it all starts to sink in how the change has taken place, I want to be able to go back in time and remember the details.  So a lazy Saturday coloring session felt like a great slice of our life to keep in the memory box.

I want to remember my son's profile and the way he looks at things.  I want his sister to have memories of her brother and the way he loved her.  I want my children to see in their own children the looks and ways that they were at that age.  Most of all, I want to feel what our daily life was like.  This was real; this was US.  Saturday afternoon, with nothing to do with our day, lazy in our pj's, just being.  I can FEEL us, and I don't want to forget.

 I want to remember the joy.  I want to remember the giggles amidst the focus; the mix of serious and silly.  I want to bottle it all up and look back on it.  I want to show my future people what life was like for my children and I want to be able to recall the beautiful memories we experienced all the while.

I don't want to forget my daughter's current flashlight collection or my son's silly sense of humor - which is an overflow of his dad.  And one day, I fear, I will certainly forget.  So, while it is happening, before I can blink, I am holding it.

I am holding on with a story that won't forget.  It won't forget my children's interactions and fun little things that make them who they are.  It won't forget the beautiful stage of life we were in and will allow me to see each step we took through all the invisible changes.

Until next time,