I wish I could hold onto this exact moment. When my babies are small, and fall is upon us- crisp orange leaves are falling from the tree in our front yard.
I feel so alive in this season.
I count down the days in summer just so I can get to the good stuff- autumn.
I want to hold onto their little hands forever, but when I look down, their hands are getting bigger. Their growing up before mama's eyes.
Oh how I long to grip these memories and re live them.
And at night, when the dinner is cooked- the dishes are piled up and their little painted
handsprints are everywhere- I want to take a million pictures just to clasp on. For one more day
before they turn into amazing, grown women.
Then, I'll get to hold the grand babies.