I was recently standing at the kitchen sink doing the usual dinner time prep. As I stood and watched my children run happily through our yard gathering all sorts of items to create their own “house” in their tree fort, I was reminded of a bittersweet thought.
These childhood moments are present, yet fleeting. I listened and watched. The sound of their laughter, the innocence of their play, the amusement over creating “soup” from mud, dirt, and leaves created a scene that continues to replay in my mind.
There is a season for everything, but as I stood observing, I just wanted to freeze time. I wanted to remember this stage of life–their voices, their muddy boots, the way they communicate with each other in a childlike way.
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