With Jackson I couldn't wait for him to "hit" the next milestone, I remember thinking: I can't wait to play catch with him, just regular ol' catch where he isn't missing the ball and can throw it back to me. Here we are, playing catch and now, he can keep up with pretty much anything Ry and I do.
It goes by so fast. Too fast.
I have found myself slowing down, as of late.
Sitting on the couch snuggling her while kids draw and build legos-it has been my hardest challenge yet, to slow down.
I want to go, go here, go there-drive here, drive there instead of enjoying the simple, most precious moments in my home.
Jackson will be nine.
I have learned a lot from him.
He doesn't remember beach days or all the things I thought would be fun for him that were extravagant and time consuming that we did almost on a daily basis.
He remembers bedtime stories and me singing him to sleep.
He remembers early morning cuddles in our bed.
He remembers going on walks and playing in the mud.
He remembers baking in the kitchen and coloring pictures.
He remembers the simple things we did in our home or at home.
Slowing down, enjoying the moment, enjoying the now.