This is how I think of my family most days:
One of my favorite memories is a day that I was intentional to remember. A beautiful Spring day with breezes blowing outside. All four kids running in the side yard. My baby toddling about in only a diaper with blonde curls bobbing. Dogs chasing playfully after my boy. My big girls riding their bikes while the MainMost and I looked on. It's a day I treasure -- for the simplicity of it all and the love of all those littles.
And then they started growing up.
A few years ago, I snapped this picture because I thought it might be the only time we were all at StudentLife Camp together. I was right. The big girls were serving as Family Group Leaders, the other two were there as campers. It was a good week.
And they kept growing up. At Easter this year, they looked grown. But I still held on to that Spring day of toddlers and giggles and laughter and love.
And then this weekend, this happened:
|That's my mom in the picture with all of us. I'm thinking there's an actual family picture with the MainMost, but it is all such a blur. If there is, I'll add it, I promise.|
My heart is full. It's a crazy feeling to watch your daughter get married. It's hard to believe how quickly change happens. I still think of my family as that young couple with the little children. Seems like only yesterday . . .
Hold on mommas. Dance, laugh, color, play outside in the wind. For tomorrow they are married.
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