The silver lining? I got to lay low and try to catch up a little on one of my new years resolutions: to weed out old pictures and label batches I want to keep (which is a LOT).
The sad part? gosh, I miss my babies!
I came across this old photo of me surrounded by my four girls:
There isn’t anything overly fantastic about the picture itself but it drew me in. I am THERE. In the moment with those small girls gathered around me. I’m not letting it pass me by.
And I wonder.
Did I do that enough? Their constant tugging on my arm for more attention, their requests for me to read to them, to let them take over the video recording (those kids LOVED that thing!). Did I look for moments alone with each of them, and did I take their cheeks in my palms and look into all those beautiful eyes enough?
I wish I could get even just that one moment back and hold them even closer.
I adored those moments in the middle of them. Oh, I knew they were magic.
But it’s interesting how that magic becomes even more powerful over time as the nostalgia weaves it’s way heavy into my heart.
And the question is, how in the world did we go from that, to THIS:
Whoops, Grace is covered up in that one…here she is:
I’m not here for a sappy post. Because sure, I miss the little “them.”
But the truth is, before I know it, pictures like these ones will be the ones I’m pouring over, willing time to give me just one more moment snuggled in:
All those old memories I’ve been reminiscing, seemingly washed under the bridge, but really not. Because those moments are what makes up the fabric of us.
And I like us and all that makes it us.
So I’ll love all the old moments like this:
Right along with the moments like this of the right here and right now:
Because they’re all weaving their golden threads into what makes “us.”
Let’s end these little thoughts with another one of my favorite quotes from A Place for Us (sorry I can’t stop on that gem).
“She was stunned, and stunned again by them [her children]. And her love for them. How much had been lost? How much had never made it into her memory? Never made it into a photograph? Let this moment make it, she prays. Let each of them remember it too.”
We won’t ever remember all the moments. But hopefully the moments, good and bad, way-back-when and right this very day, will help us continue to grow and love and learn and connect in beautiful ways.