Once Upon a Time
Last weekend I was digging up some pictures from a few years back and happened to stumble upon this little toddler that I can barely remember. How can that be? Four years ago.. three years ago... it's not that far back, yet this little baby with those chubby cheeks, pacifier in his mouth, and crazy cute voice seems like a distant memory. This is the problem with life, you see... or at least with my life. The hours, days, weeks, and years that I spend absorbed adulting at work keep me from being present and having focus and creating concrete memories that keep these baby moments alive in my mind. Where did this little peanut go? I don't dwell too much on the sadness of my boys growing up. I happen to enjoy them more and more every year and feel so proud of the young men they are becoming. But there is something about this little guy... when I see his baby and toddler pictures, my heart sinks down to my toes... and I. just. miss. him.