When I look at you three, I want to stop time. I am all too aware of how quickly it passes, and what it can cost to take moments for granted. I want to take a mental picture, to freeze every single moment (yes, even the bad ones). I want to remember everything about everything – what we were doing, how we felt, what we said, how you looked.
But you’re growing up, all three of you. Every milestone is bittersweet – yay! You’re gaining independence. But, oh no: you’re moving further away from me. I delight in every new thing each of you learns to do (and feel secretly ever so proud of you), but my heart sinks to see you needing us less and less with every development.
When I look at you three, I overflow: with love, with gratitude, with happiness. However big you get, whatever great things you achieve (and I just know there will be great things), I will cheer you on, be your biggest supporter. I will love you, my three precious ones, and I will never stop.