Time Marches On

A sad and wonderful thing happened this weekend.  We went to our town's yearly Christmas parade where our oldest ran into some friends from school.  They had fun running around in the park before the parade began.  About five minutes before it was going to start she asked if she could sit with her friends instead of us.  My husband and I looked at each other an instantly knew the answer.... yes.  It was really a bitter sweet moment for me. It was wonderful to see my daughter get to experience a little freedom from her parents, but sad to know it is just the beginning.  Today it's a parade, tomorrow it's prom.  My husband and I shared a knowing glance and returned to our other two kiddos.

That experience really hit home for me just how lucky I am to be able to stay home with my kids.  They grow up so fast and I'm getting to see every bit of it.  Last night I watched all three play blocks in our son's room.  Granted, the baby was just chewing things, but they were all in there together having a great time.  I know it can't last forever.  My oldest is 7.  She's not going to want to play with her little brother and sister for too much longer.  It's so wonderful to get to watch my kids' personalities grow.  They are hilarious, fantastic and unexpected.  I am very blessed to have a front row seat to their childhood.