This week as been very hard for me. I am unsure if it is the lack of sunlight (due to the insane heat we are inside with certains drawn), hormones, or the fact that my partner in crime is out of town. What ever the reason, I have been in a funk. Every morning I pick my son and his two buddies up from football practice and every morning I cry. It hit me like a ton of bricks Monday morning: my son, my baby boy, my bummby, is now in high school. My child, who for nine months I made from scratch, is fourteen years old and a freshman in high school. This thought brought me to tears. You see I realized that I am only guaranteed four more years with my son. That's only four Christmas', four birthdays, four years of all the cool things he is going to be apart of. These four years will go by so fast. How do I know this you ask? Fourteen went by in a blink of an eye. I posted something about this on facebook a few days ago and some very smart women commented on my post. I was told to enjoy every moment as they come. Not to look too far into the future as I will miss what is going on now. I feel this is a wise way to live. God puts people in our lives for a season. Sometimes we are blessed to have them for a long season and others not so long. But each person is just as valuable as the one before in shaping our paths in life. So for this season I am going to enjoy the ride with my kids!
