Monday, August 21, 2006
This is the last picture taken of our little man before he turned six. As I watched him snooze on the living room couch the night before his birthday, I thought how neat it was that he could look so little and so big, all at the same time.
I was able to freeze time with the camera's shutter that night. But I recognize that even now, three weeks later, he continues to change, to grow, to leave the little boy behind as he grows into a much bigger one.
And as he does, I stand quietly nearby, trying to remember every last detail.
Your turn: What things stick in your mind as your kids - or kids near and dear to you - rush toward adulthood? What do you grab onto as you try to remember what it was like when they were really young?