fleeting
I snap photos I
promise not to post
treasure up little
moments in my heart
feel the deep pang
of knowing none
of this will last
even though there’s
nothing on earth
I want more
*
I felt this way when they were hours old, and I still feel this way now that they’re 22, 21, and 17.
I took a photo of them making gingerbread cookies together tonight and thought my heart might literally burst out of my chest.
I love them so much it hurts.
I am doing this more and more lately: staring at my kids, wondering how they got so big already, wondering what their future holds, proud of them, bursting with love. My oldest is a senior in high school and I’m not sure what his plans are so I’m soaking up as much time as possible with him.
I have to promise not to post too 😆 💔