Every one of my kids is “stuck” at a certain age for me. Tommy will always be 5, Lucas will always be 3, Ruby will probably always be a baby and Eli, well I’d like to trap him right now, in time. I don’t want him to grow any older. Even with all the challenges, scraped up knees and crazy tantrums I think he is perfect at 4. I remember watching that movie Father of the Bride before I had kids and well, I kinda didn’t get it when he was looking at his grown daughter across the table and as she was talking, he saw her as a little girl.
Now I do.
He is perfect just like this. No shirt (as always). Messy hair, but just look at that brown skin, and those golden locks. Would you ever want him to grow up?
Being a mom is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life, a lot of people don’t get it when I tell them that. I should feel so perfectly happy all the time with the little blessings that have been given to me but it’s not always that easy.
I guess that’s one of the reasons I love taking pictures. I can look at times like this, and remember that even though I had a BAD day, the kids were driving me crazy and I had sno-cone all over my hands, that there are still those little moments to treasure.