Today is one of those days that has gotten me thinking about my kids and motherhood. Today Brecklynn is 2 months old (another post to come updating that). But with that, I had some time today to sit and reflect on my kids. I was trying to remember Cambree at 2 months old. I believe I can remember what she looked like, her cry, etc but I am starting to forget when I thought at that time, I would never forget. There are things that happen almost daily where I think, I hope I never forget this. I will be watching Ridge do his funny walk across the room and hoping I will remember his funny personality. I am hoping I'll remember Brecklynn's first smile, Cambree's endless expressions etc. and I start to panic. We are told (almost in a consoling way) by older people, that this is just a phase and it will pass soon enough. At times those words will seem to be a comfort-especially at church with every kid crying etc. but then I have pretty much every other time where I almost wish I could stop time and spend time with them a little more and take one more mental picture of how they are. I find myself sometimes wishing the next phase/stage would come quicker but then I start to really think of what that means-my kids are getting older. Its scary for me to think Cambree is 3 1/2. I have a 3 1/2 year old. I have 3 kids!!
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