In one week, two things have gotten me thinking of how my boys are growing up. First, the return of a co-worker who just spent 2 weeks split between the east and west coasts of Canada getting her children settled in at university. Second, Tracy's post about their 13th anniversary.
In one moment I am counting down the years. In the next I am holding on so tightly to the present.
In one moment I am trying to picture them ten, fifteen years older. Trying to imagine their faces, their personalities, their interests and pursuits. In the next I am struggling to memorize every twinkling eye, every goofy grin, every painful tear.
In one moment I am longing for easy days, quiet morning coffee. In the next I am providing the vocal stylings for a female superhero, helping to rescue an innocent victim.
Last week we had a glimpse of the future, as we both were off work while the boys were in school. It was wonderful and confusing at the same time.
Sometimes I am caught off guard by what we have done by becoming parents.