Life has a way of doing that, doesn't it? You look up one day and . . . BAM!
Everyone is five years older. You wonder where the time went? It's a bit cliche, but it seems like yesterday my kiddos where just babies and we were up all night rocking and singing them back to sleep.
They are 9 and 10 years old now.
God, grant me the peace and wisdom I need to get through the next few years. May these years be ones they remember forever. May the next few years be in slow motion. I don't want to miss a moment. Not a second.
I'm reminded of the lyrics of one of my favorite songs by Mark Harris. . .
I came home from work And she was waiting at the door
Had that bad day look in her eyes
Had that bad day look in her eyes
And I heard the sound of her little feet Across the hardwood floor
And I knelt down with my arms open wide
And I knelt down with my arms open wide
When I asked her what had happened
She pointed to our son and said "Why don't you show your daddy what you've done"
She pointed to our son and said "Why don't you show your daddy what you've done"
And I could see the writing on the wall
Evidence of little hands
Picasso with a purple crayon
Picasso with a purple crayon
And I tried to act upset But I was smiling through it all
'Cause I could see the writing on the wall, yeah
'Cause I could see the writing on the wall, yeah
It was the first day of school Standing by the laundry door
Wondering how third grade came so fast
Wondering how third grade came so fast
I took a ruler and a sharpie pen And I drew the line once more
So amazed at how the time had passed
So amazed at how the time had passed
With a backpack full of promise And wonder in her eyes
I turned my head just so she wouldn't see me cry
'Cause I could see the writing on the wall
It seems no matter how I tried
The pages of this life keep turning
It's a roller coaster ride
And even though I knew we had it all
I could see the writing on the wall
The pages of this life keep turning
It's a roller coaster ride
And even though I knew we had it all
I could see the writing on the wall
I got a cinematic memory Playing pictures of the past
Adding to the story as we go
Adding to the story as we go
'Cause every day I'm learning That tomorrow comes too fast
So, I'm holding on to the only way I know
So, I'm holding on to the only way I know
Yeah, yeah, whoa
I can see the writing on the wall
It seems no matter how I tried The pages of this life keep turning
I can't stop the hands of time
Even though I knew we had it all
I can see the writing on the wall
It seems no matter how I tried The pages of this life keep turning
I can't stop the hands of time
Even though I knew we had it all
I can see the writing on the wall
Whoa, I can see the writing on the wall
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