I love pictures.
I can get lost in the photos of the kiddos when they were littler. I remember the day, the smells, the way I felt just that minute the picture was snapped. Usually very different than I feel the day I look at those sweet faces and remember it wasn't that long ago, but boy how they are growing up and slipping just a little bit further out of my grasp.
But in the moment, there are power struggles, impatience and exasperation. It's the tincture of time - one my favorite doctor prescribed me the day I sat in the hospital waiting room desperately trying to nurse baby Katie and not so much enjoying the moment - that replaces all the struggling with the sweet memories and the longing to have that day back again, just for a minute. To squeeze the soft little body and kiss those gigantic cheeks.
So, I will try every day to live in those sweet moments. Even when they are maybe not going the way I wish they would. Because we can't go back, right?
