Chris turned… another year older this past weekend. We filled our Saturday with breakfast bagels and middle school football and a friend’s wedding. Just the way he likes to be – surrounded by food & family & friends.
These photos tug at my heart because they remind me of where we’ve been and where we’re going. There’s something so special about the season of life we’re in. It seems like not a day goes by without one of us taking a deep breath and smiling, looking at the other as if to say, “you feel it, too?”
I turn my head to the sound of kissing noises, and I see Avery nibbling on Honor’s ear while she cackles. I witness Lucas make his first real tackle and get up and pump his fists, and I can’t figure out who’s prouder. I watch Isaiah Jane form the words, “Up please” and the tears spill over. I get butterflies each time Ames runs up with a kiss or a flower for his Momma. I worship on the back row every Sunday, to the sound of my husband’s voice as he lives out his calling. I text message with the big boys’ mom about making decisions as a group, and I can’t believe how far we’ve come.
We are all growing up and growing old together. All of us. And it’s so special.