I was just looking at this picture of my boys from this summer and thinking how big they've grown in the last few months. I constantly hear "they grow up so fast" and "don't let those precious moments pass you by" and I feel it. I also hear (and feel) guilt trip after guilt trip about spending too much time working on projects, taking too many pictures behind the camera and saying too few (or too many?) compliments to my children. Everyone has an opinion about how to be the right parent so you can "enjoy" these golden years, but when it comes down to it, time passes. Every day. Every minute. Every 24 hours. We can't slow it down and we can't go back. It makes me a little sad to see a picture like this one where I was behind the camera and not in front of it with my boys, but I took a picture and I have it to remember this moment by. I see this picture and I remember how William was making Fritz laugh so hard and they were being too naughty on that day to sit in church in Laguna Beach. Taking these pictures was a good moment and seeing this picture helps me savor that moment. I hope my boys see this photo someday and remember that right after we took these pictures, we walked up and down the street and pointed at every truck and dog that passed by. That Fritz had to stop every few steps and pick up a leaf or stray rock. I hope they remember that I held their hands and that I listened to William as he told me about how he saw "that cool thing over there". I know I will.
P.S. This post was randomly written but it's what I'm thinking about tonight.