Wednesday, May 1, 2013

I Don't Want to Grow-Up

Or more like "I don't want them to grow-up." It seemed just like yesterday that we were signing Andrew's adoption paperwork, and now he has turned eleven. Although I have cherished every moment with him over the past eleven years, I cannot help but wonder where the time has gone.

As I sat on the bench at the park after school yesterday, I saw all the little kids running around with my youngest son Tyler. I flashed back to all the memories that I had of Andrew doing the same thing. The adorable way that he would dance around, laugh so hard that he would roll around on the floor and the big smile that would grace his face with every new discovery.

Although I miss those years, the memories will be in my heart forever as we begin new chapters in his life together.

1 comment:

  1. I follow you on IG (laurie716) and subscribe to your blog (sorry it took so long to become a reader -- it seems like I am spending a little less time online these days)and I just love your dynamic family life -- my only daughter is grown, and you know what? I miss those childhood days so much. To complicate matters my husband's career has moved us from SD CA to Northern Alabama, so I am missing California and adjusting to the south and middle age as well. I love OC, it is my favorite getaway, and I love to view it through your feed. Thank you for that bit of joy you bring, as a homesick Californian I do appreciate it, and as an older mama, I love learning from my younger friends -- my best advice is to treasure, really treasure each day -- as I know you do.


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