I woke up this morning and wondered where the time has gone. I noticed the little wrinkles starting to form around my mouth and eyes, and the grey hairs that need to be died to match my beautiful brown hair. I'm not so sure I am ready to get older. David will be in Kindergarten in a few weeks, and my baby girl turns 3 on September 19 and I can no longer truly call her a baby. That makes me want to cry. I wish that I could stop time from moving so fast. It feels like just yesterday that I was climbing the tree in my parents' front yard (which is no longer there) and scratching up my knees and not caring what other people thought about what I was wearing or how messy my hair was. The joys of child hood are gone and have been replaced with the responsibility of paying the mortgage, making sure there is food on the table and gas in the car. I just wish that I could go back in time for one day and re-live the carefree life of a child. I can only hope to enjoy the awesomeness of childhood through my children's experiences and watch in awe as they learn and grow.
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