I'm sitting crossways on our green chair in the living room, feet hanging over one of the arms, back against the other.
Looking across the room, I see my youngest boy and my only daughter in silhouette, assembling the SpongeBob version of the Game of Life. My daughter is in her nightgown. My youngest is... well... he's naked again.
It's his way.
I'm amazed at how big and lithe and non-toddlerish these two are. These are my babies... the little ones who are supposed to remain forever young, but who are getting older just as fast as I am. The fact that they assembled a 20-piece Life game on their own is proof enough of my delusion.
It's a sweet moment, so I'm sharing it with you.
Love to all. Even you, the 60-something guy who is too afraid to have faith in his family.
6 comments:
slm - indivuals, I don't mind... it's the OLD individuals that irks me. :)
Vincenzo: From your site, I know that you're totally serious. Heh.
Mmmm... on the same note, today my infant said "I did it" and I realized, "Oh God, she really IS a year old." And I looked at my two year old and wondered why we decided not to have another baby. It seemed like such a good idea when they were both babies. Now they are both toddlers and I don't know where all my babies went. Up... I suppose. Sigh.
I say this when they are one and two.
Can you imagine what I'll say when they are twenty-one and twenty-two?
One suspects that this special moment will be as nothing compared to when your daughter starts noticing boys. *wry grin*
That's really cute.
You take the greatest pictures. Really, if you were a chic i would tell you to scrapbook.
That is sweet.
I wish I could pause my children getting older or at least just slow life down a little.
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