So many times people will see the kids after a long absence and be shocked by how much they've grown and changed. This always stops me in my tracks. They have? When did that happen? Why didn't anyone tell me what was going on? I expect this response when it comes to the baby, but not so much the older kids.
Other times I'll watch them from across the room or walk behind them down the stairs or see them sleeping in their beds and it will hit me. How is it that she carries herself with the confidence of a young lady? When did he stop holding on the the banister? These beds must be shrinking because those toes are poking over the edge!
Time is flying. I am with the kids all of the time, yet I fear that I will miss these growing years by being caught up in the "urgency" of dishes, laundry, shopping, schedules and the dailiness of life.
In a couple of years our oldest will be going to High School and after that there will be a steady stream of birds leaving the nest. I am beyond thankful that we have been able to have them home together as we have. I love it that Lydia reads to John for his afternoon nap. I love it that I've had time to teach Hannah how to cook and bake. I love it that Miriam and Joseph enjoy building lego cities together. I love it that Rebekah has her older sisters around to teach her how to dress up like a princess and play kitchen.
Life is not perfect, but it sure does have its sweet spots.
Sean is leaving for Texas tomorrow and we are headed off the pick apples with our homeschool group. I'm going to keep driving south after that and surprise the kids with an overnight at a State Park. I'd considered all the work I could get done here at home, but there won't be many more fall days like these. I don't want to miss the opportunity to make another memory for the kids. I don't even want to blink.