Usually I stress, panic and freak out (more than) a little about how fleeting life is and that my boys are growing up so fast. I know I'm not the only one, but at night in the dark it sometimes feels that way.
Every day they get a little bit taller, a little bit leaner, and a little bit more independent. Casey has started writing letters, Jonathan is recognizing his colors and Stephen sits in a high chair.
Gah... they're practically ready for college and it puts my stomach all in a twist.
On Monday, though, we hit up our favorite burrito joint and while the kids were playing army men at my feet, I watched a trio of older boys jump around and get into some (mostly) harmless mischief. It was like looking from the present to ten years from now ... it made my heart race and my insides lurch.
Not with fear, but with joy and anticipation.