Time Marches On.

I have found that I hardly remember things I wish to. Of course, this applies to regular chores and to-dos, but it extends further to things I wish I could tuck away into my mind for eternity.

Things like the way my newborns feel in my arms as they drift off to sleep, our bodies melting into each other as if we were one. In many ways, we are. And things like when I realized my eldest’s hand could finally fit around mine, or the first time my second-born said “I love you so much” in the quiet of the night, erasing the frustration that bedtime so often brings.

These moments are fleeting, and I often think to myself “I want to remember what this moment feels like”, but it’s gone with the blink of an eye. My husband keeps telling me I need to keep a journal so I can be reminded of these little moments of time, and I agree that I should.

But wouldn’t it be sweeter to have a pocket of our brain dedicated to those precious moments? Ones that could take you back to the smell, feel, and sound of it? Watching my kids grow is simultaneously sweet and bitter. So incredibly wonderful while also heartbreaking when I remember how fleeting it all is. Too often I waste my time caring far too much about what others are doing with theirs.

Lord, help me to make better use of the time I have with the precious souls that you’ve loaned to me!

And maybe soon I’ll start to write down the things I want to remember forever.