I’m in the process of going through photos from the last 4 years to make albums for each of the kids. I always thought I would scrapbook, and I’m reminded about once a year, “Oh yeah… wasn’t I gonna do albums for the kids?” I’m bad like that. So I’m making albums online for them instead, and even though I have a ton of photos to go through, at least I don’t have to cut them and buy all kinds of crafty do-das in order to make an album. Anyway, going through all of these pictures makes me extremely emotional — pictures from the Big Adoption Day, pictures from my daughter’s first (and only) ballet recital, birthdays, birth photos — all evidence that my children are growing taller, stronger, happier. On one hand it makes me sad to see them growing out of their baby stages, knowing their hands won’t always be reaching for mine; that they won’t always need me to tie shoes and zip jackets. But I’m happy, too – they are growing so wise, so funny. They tie their shoes and make big decisions and leap over puddles; they tell stories and make capes out of blankets. They ride bikes and build forts and rake leaves. Their eyes sparkle when they make up songs and chase each other around and swing as high as they can go. They are everything that is good in childhood - no – in life.
They are going to change the world someday — they’ve already changed mine.