Another blessed year is coming to an end. It goes too fast. Way too fast. I want to stop them from growing any more, but I'm also amazed at how they are growing!!
Sarah, now 8, is amazing. Perfect, no. Perfectly human, absolutely. She is...well, she is my heart. She is exactly like me, for better or worse. I will protect her like a mama bear would her cub. Even from herself. She loves all things with a screen. Sigh. She is impulsive, but will never miss an experience from fear. She talks to strangers, but she will never meet one. She watches out for herself, but one day she'll have to. All the things that scare me for her as her 8 year old self, will give me comfort when she goes into the world without me. And I have to remind myself of that every. single. hour. I love my Sarah. I treasure her. I'm excited for what she will bring to her world.
Sophie is now 4. That makes me cry. I see pictures of her baby self and I tear up. She makes the days drag on. She makes the hours blow by. She wears me out in such a fun way. And it's all going too fast. The very things she does that make me crazy in the moment are the exact things I want to relive over and over so I'll never forget. Things she says. That she calls a "computer" a "computable". That all she wants to be is a mommy. That she needs "one more smell" of puppy before she throws him down. And so many of the other things I know I've already forgotten. The smell of her head when we snuggle. The way she eats EVERYTHING not classified as food, but will eat actual food slower than a sick snail. She has started reading CVC words. Sarah was reading small books at this age...but I really don't want to let Soph learn yet. :( I don't want her 1st loose tooth to ever get loose. I never want her to stop hugging me.
I am closing the year out with the beginning of my 16 week training for a half-marathon. Running it...completing it...will be the hardest mental task of my life. And I will turn 40 a week later. I'm doing it for me. But I'm doing it to show my girls that finishing what you start is sometimes hard, but it is worth it all. I wonder what 2012 holds for us. I can't imagine being blessed any more than we are. Lord, thank you for every moment.
Sarah, now 8, is amazing. Perfect, no. Perfectly human, absolutely. She is...well, she is my heart. She is exactly like me, for better or worse. I will protect her like a mama bear would her cub. Even from herself. She loves all things with a screen. Sigh. She is impulsive, but will never miss an experience from fear. She talks to strangers, but she will never meet one. She watches out for herself, but one day she'll have to. All the things that scare me for her as her 8 year old self, will give me comfort when she goes into the world without me. And I have to remind myself of that every. single. hour. I love my Sarah. I treasure her. I'm excited for what she will bring to her world.
Sophie is now 4. That makes me cry. I see pictures of her baby self and I tear up. She makes the days drag on. She makes the hours blow by. She wears me out in such a fun way. And it's all going too fast. The very things she does that make me crazy in the moment are the exact things I want to relive over and over so I'll never forget. Things she says. That she calls a "computer" a "computable". That all she wants to be is a mommy. That she needs "one more smell" of puppy before she throws him down. And so many of the other things I know I've already forgotten. The smell of her head when we snuggle. The way she eats EVERYTHING not classified as food, but will eat actual food slower than a sick snail. She has started reading CVC words. Sarah was reading small books at this age...but I really don't want to let Soph learn yet. :( I don't want her 1st loose tooth to ever get loose. I never want her to stop hugging me.
I am closing the year out with the beginning of my 16 week training for a half-marathon. Running it...completing it...will be the hardest mental task of my life. And I will turn 40 a week later. I'm doing it for me. But I'm doing it to show my girls that finishing what you start is sometimes hard, but it is worth it all. I wonder what 2012 holds for us. I can't imagine being blessed any more than we are. Lord, thank you for every moment.
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