Awed by what we've created - these children of ours. Reveling in the firsts - first bath, first tooth, first steps, first day of school...
Time, indeed, marches on. We know this.
I know this.
I take pictures frequently. Documenting the boyz' growth and our daily life in the Trenches. I've become somewhat immune to really looking at the photos. I'm too rushed to notice the details. I forget to be amazed at the growth and the changes. I've basically dismissed the marching of time. Ignored it.
Looking at this photo of Eldest (taken by someone else), I am reminded. I see, deep within his 7 year old features, the man he will become - in his bone structure, in his expression. I see the baby he once was. I am reminded.
I am reminded that he once wore this Patriots football jersey instead:
And had these chubby cheeks:
I am reminded that soon, too soon, there will be new firsts: First day of driving, a first date, a first dance, a first prom.
Now if you'll please excuse me. I'm off to go put bricks on all 3 of my boyz' heads. They must NEVER GROW UP.
(For much more eloquent interpretations of the passing of time, check out MilkBreath and Margaritas and The New Girl. They both wrote about this same subject yesterday, on the day that I first saw the football pic of Eldest and was reminded.)
"The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot"--Michael Altshuler