Little Notes
I clung to their infancy. I wanted to stretch out each moment until it was gossamer thin. I hated going up sizes in clothing. The move from months to years seemed especially unfair, and I scowled when the soles of their shoes turned hard and sturdy. In a small box on a top shelf I have one newborn diaper, an old pacifier, an outfit, and feather-soft hair taped to an index card. First haircut, last bottle. I have a box full of the miracles of them being.
I now cling to post-its. I read the stories they contain, the retelling of miracles from a new perspective. My hands are full of the miracles of who they are becoming.
beautifully said
awww… that’s terribly sweet.
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing the reminder that each stage is precious in it’s own right.
love the arrows. I save the post-it’s too!
sooooooooooob!
Your kids are awesome (just like their Mommy). This was beautifully written.
beautiful post, Jules.
I love this, you and your kids.
I was never the same way. Excited for them to grow into bigger onesies, excited for first steps, first words, first days of preschool. I feel like every new milestone opens a door to more things to love about them. But then again, boy boys are only 4 and 2. Still plenty of time to change my mind and wish for the old days.
Thanks, everyone.