I could probably write this post every year. In fact, I think I probably have, but where on earth does time go?
My older son will turn 12 on Tuesday, and it feels like he was just born yesterday or the day before.
In the blink of an eye, he went from a 7-pound bundle of joy to a smart, handsome, clever, funny, hardworking young man.
I think back to all those milestones: When he took his first step in the kitchen and I cheered so loudly he fell down and started to cry.
When I left him in the church nursery for the first time and spent the entire worship service worrying.
When he went off to school for the first time and I went home and cried and cried and cried.
When he played on his first soccer and basketball teams. When he wanted to learn Power Point (in the first grade) so he could give his class a presentation on the real meaning of Easter.
When he started middle school and went to his first dance.
It goes by so quickly.
Enjoy every day and every moment, even the tough ones, the mouthy ones, the sleepless ones and the worrisome ones. You never get those moments back.