Today is middle school open house, and I'm going there with my baby, Nolan. Here's a picture of the cutie-patootie.
Tomorrow is open house at the high school for Anson. When we went for orientation, I couldn't believe how old all those moms look! Sadly, they were all probably looking at me thinking the same thing. How did we get to this point? This is such a cute picture of Anson, but I remember the days when he still fit in that car.
Can you tell that I'm feeling a little melancholy? I absolutely love the time with my kids. They have grown up into people that I truly enjoy, and I can't think of a bigger blessing than that.
Anson has developed into a deep thinker who presents me with challenging thoughts. He loves to laugh, but he is a little on the serious side. He's an incredible musician like his dad.
Nolan is quirky and hilariously funny. He loves to cook. Honestly, I've never seen him as excited as he got over a zester one day. A juicer is at the top of his gift list, too. I think I'm going to let him take over in the kitchen. Both of them are people that I'd schedule an entire week with in a minute.
But then I think back to the sweet look on Anson's baby face after he'd been fed. I remember how his laugh went from his mouth to his toes with a good long stop at his belly when he was a toddler.
I remember Nolan's serious baby face and big, big eyes. I think about him flying down our hill in his bubble car as a little boy. I can't believe that those days passed so quickly. I can't imagine how fast the coming years will go.
My full heart aches. Funny how that is... Bitter sweet for sure. Please say a prayer for my melancholy heart today. I'll be praying for all the moms heading off to open house in the next few weeks.