I'm planning an upcoming blog entry for the tenth anniversary of 9-11-01. Why? 9-11 is part of me. It's part of my mothering. The delivery of my second child. My husband's job. And it will always be tied to my grandma's death, simply for being so close to the day we lost her. While looking through pictures from that time of my life, I found one I've been thinking of all summer. I just didn't have the time to look for it--until now. It's strange to immerse myself in 10 year old memories and then look up to see my 12 year old standing in front of me. Shouldn't he be 2 years old, like he is in my pictures? Like he is in my memories? How easy it is to reflect back on our life as it was 10 years ago. How jarring it feels to emerge from those memories and see my family as we are today. Here's a peek of what I already have tucked away in my heart. What I like to think about when time moves too fast for my heart to keep up.
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| Braylen on June 3rd, 2001. He's almost 2 years old. |
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| Braylen on June 12th, 2011. He's almost 12 years old. |
And just like that--10 years fly by. He always wanted to mow on a tractor. Now he mows on a tractor and we don't even think about it. About his wish coming true. About the years passing by. I love these pictures. They help my eyes see what my heart feels. Braylen as he was back then, and Braylen as he is right now. :)
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It may or may not have to do with the fact that I am pregnant, but I totally started crying while reading this! I appreciate your sweet and passionate words as you deal with time passing in the season of your motherhood. I love you dear friend!
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