I started looking at old pictures today. I don’t know why I do it, it kills me every time. I am dead. So many memories and good times. So many chubby baby cheeks that are gone forever.
I am quite convinced that the reason I have 5 kids is because I look at old pictures too often. I keep chasing after my children’s toddlerhood. I do crave toddlers something fierce. Toddlers are my crack.
And that Mr. Darcy is such a handsome fetcher.
Anyway, I feel melancholy this afternoon. I know why, I will tell you soon I’m sure. I feel sad and happy at the same time. So grateful and blessed and nervous and faithful and confused, but seriously… so blessed. (Ha! And why did that blog have to go away?!)
I feel like I have been having babies and raising them forever… Forever. There was never a time when I wasn’t changing diapers and reading bedtime stories and collapsing exhausted into the couch every night at 8.
And yet. How did it go so fast?
And what will I do when it is over?