The night before always brings a flood of memories washing over me. As I playfully tousled their hair and brushed the bridge of their noses with my finger, I wondered when their baby face became so defined. I wondered when their arms became so muscular and hands became so strong. I wondered when I went from playing 'this little piggy' with their toes to their feet growing to be so big. I remember watching their eager eyes as they listened to the lyrical rhythm of me reading Goodnight Moon time and time again.
And as I leaned in to kiss them goodnight, they were in kindergarten all over again...waiting for butterfly kisses and bedtime prayers. Waiting for dreams of dinosaurs and red wagons. And I... I was savoring this moment...treasuring this memory.
As my strong, handsome boys left for Jr. High and 5th grade this morning, I swallowed hard and thanked God for every new day He's given me with them.
Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.
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Well, now you made me cry.......they are not 'our babies' any more...and that makes me sad! Not that they are growing up...really, but that we just don't have any babies anymore! I guess we thought we'd have them little awhile longer if we lived right next door!!!! who knew..that doesn't keep them little???? I hope they'll still have time to come see ole Gram & Pop-pop! Love them to the Moon n back!!!!
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