Where does time go?

As I sit here on a cold, windy day it really makes me think about time. I have just mailed Andrew's 1st birthday invitations. Why is that so hard? Where did my baby go? It seems just like yesterday I was feeling him move around inside my (rather large) tummy. I look at him sleeping right now and think what he is going to be when he grows up. I think about the little league baseball games, the QSL soccer games, the mud pies, the Tonka trucks in the backyard. I think of graduation and college. I think about the first time he tells me he has found the love of his life and it's time to pop the question. Maybe I'm going a little to far ahead of myself. I can remember when Madelyn was this age. And I look at her now.....my big first grader. She already talks about being a mommy someday herself. Where does it go? I never thought this would bother me. When Madelyn was a baby I couldn't wait until she rolled over, I couldn't wait for her to crawl, then to walk, then to talk. I've kind of learned to stop and sit back and enjoy everyday with them. I know that people tell you not to hold a sleeping baby because it spoils them. Let me tell you whoever said that has never had the pleasure of holding one. There is nothing like having a child lay on your chest and smell that "baby smell" in their hair. Someday I will figure this out and write a book but until then.......just take everyday in and hold on to the memories.

Here It Goes

I have never done anything like this. I hear Ang talk about it but I think to myself, "Do I have time?", "What if no one reads it!". How embarrasing, you pour your heart out or share a funny memory and no one reads it. That would be my luck. So here it goes. If you are reading this...God Bless You for feeling sorry for me and taking the time to read.