every women can, no matter how many years have passed by, tell you in exact detail, their birth story or stories–or the stories that recall how they became a mom. in exact detail. becoming a mom is an honest and mighty journey for us all regardless of where it started. and it’s a path which lingers in the darkness of fear, the celebration of light and life and the promise of tomorrow.
for me, time passes by so quickly lately that i find myself in shock at it. no doubt i remember the details of my first and second son’s births as well as the stories of the past 5 years with them. i remember. i remember. but when i look at pictures of them lately i am so taken back by the swiftness of time. tears roll down my face as i look at these pictures taken this week on their first days of school. aaron in kindergarten and casey in preschool.
memories flood my mind and force the tears to roll down my face even faster. hope and excitement for the future with them helps to lessen the emotion a bit at times. but just a bit.
these are images of my babies frozen in time for just a moment as they begin their journey. thank you god for the gift of these children. every second with them is a privilege indeed.