It’s late. My eyes are bleary after a short night and a full day. All four kids are snuggled soundly into their beds under the warm comfort of their blankets. The familiar constant of their sound machines softly fills each room with noise as night lights cast a tiny glow. The temperature outside is dropping as night settles in and an arctic blast pushes south. Music plays softly in the background as I reflect on the images I am about to share. I made it. One month. A photo a day on my “big girl camera” – well, except for those two days where I didn’t pick it up but snapped a ton of keepers the following days so I just kinda borrowed a couple!
I’m really, really proud of myself for sticking with this challenge. I only hope I can use this momentum to carry me forward for the weeks and months to come. One day at a time. One day at a time.
I want to start something on here I’ve seen on other blogs. I want to write a letter to one or all of my kids each month. Tonight I am writing to all four of them…
Huntler, Gentry, Brighton and Baby Costner,
Sweet, sweet loves. I start these letters with the best of intentions – I want to provide you all with real, tangible letters and images of your childhood. A time when the days were long but the years were short. When patience wore thin but love grew stronger. There are so, so many things I want you to know about this time in our lives. Things I need you to know.
With each new year I become increasingly aware of how quickly the hands of time pass. How today turns into tomorrow and tomorrow turns into next month and next month into next year. It’s funny how despite all of this, I can remember how slowly time marched on as a child. How I didn’t think I was ever going to grow up. And here I am, thirty two years old and all grown up. And how now I am desperately clinging on to time – begging it to slow down, even just a little bit. It’s funny that way – time – it’s always giving and always taking.
I am already fighting tears so I will keep tonight’s letter short. I love you. You are probably thinking, “We know that Mom,” but truly, I.love.you. More than you can even fathom. A strong, unconditional, fierce love. The kind of love that stops you in your tracks and rocks you to your core. Someday you’ll get it – you will.
And these photos I take every day? The ones that cause Huntler to roll his eyes, Gentry girl to turn on the charm and big smiles, Brighton to demand to see the LCD screen on my camera and Costner to stare at me stunned as he tries to figure out just where I went when I disappeared behind the lens? They are my most treasured possessions. Hands down. Everything else pales in comparison. These are the tiny pieces of our days that comprise our life that I never, ever, ever want to forget.
Tomorrow will come early and I already feel like I am not making one bit of sense, so with that, I will close. But know, always, always, always, always know, how deeply I love each of you. I am so blessed to be your mama.
Mommy
Before school. And so very Huntler. SO.VERY.Huntler.
Daddy was still recovering from the flu…
When one iPhone isn’t enough…
Pinewood Derby
Papa Ronnie and Grandma Brenda {my grandparents} came to visit. In all her excitement, Brighton called Papa Ronnie “Peppa Roni.”
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great job, Bethany! How I’ve missed you, my blogging friend!
Love it. Amazin pics!