I don’t know if it’s because I fought so hard to have my babies; or if it’s because I held my breath each time my phone rang for nearly 10 weeks, expecting to hear the worst news from the NICU; or if it’s because I grew up knowing that mothers sometimes die when their babies aren’t even 2 years old. Whatever the reason, watching my trio age isn’t something that hurts. Instead, it makes my heart soar.
Time is fleeting, and it only moves quicker as we age. It moves quicker yet when we try to soak up every passing minute with tiny people who are racing for the day they are grown up just like us. I try to make the most of the time I have and the people with whom I have to spend it. It never feels like enough, and I’m always looking to do more, but looking back shows me it’s better than I could ever hope.
September 2011
November 2012
November 2013
all photos by Emilee Beth Photography
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I think it is just a perspective thing, honestly. I didn’t fight to have my kids or wait to hear from the NICU or know anything about scary stuff until I was much older, but I have never fully understood the “sad that my kid is growing” thing.
I feel like that’s what we signed up for- not to have perms-babies, but to watch these babies grow and transform and it is such a joy for me. Glad you’re soaking up every moment!
I love your story so much. Your babies are beautiful.
I love seeing how much they change in one year period. It’s so fabulous and fun!