This week held moments that together made me stop in my tracks and take note.
Faith is cooking full meals. Meals with names like 'chicken fricasse' - I don't even know how to pronounce that!
Levi had his first sleepover last night - it was a playdate that evolved into a sleepover. I was just required to throw kit over the gate. No hugs, kisses or backward glances.
I am eternally grateful that I took the time when they were very young to capture special moments and everyday life. This weekend we have paged through their albums. Treasures.
They have all expressed the desire that I return to my roots : paper, glue, photos and pens. Blogging can come second apparently.
Today I scrapped again. Three layouts all done. Nothing fancy because that is not what captures their hearts - it's the memories and the words. I think returning to this journal-form will be beneficial. The years have passed and I can no longer freely share online about them as I did when they were little people.
It is difficult not to look back and feel like I should have paid more attention. I should have spent more time. I should not have yelled so much. I should have laughed and played more.
I do know I did the best I could and that is enough.
I have so many more years ahead and I look forward to them in a whole new way. There is something about looking back from where you have come that simply inspires you anew for where you are going.