Time, the Trickster

I remember when Braeden (11) was a baby. I sometimes wondered if we would ever move beyond the crying and diaper changes. I was lonely and isolated, and it felt as though he would never grow up. Time moved so slowly.

Now, though, life is busy and fast. I'd like to slow it down just a little bit. I can't believe that my baby went from this....


to this....


in just 23 short months! I can't wrap my head around the fact that he will soon be a two-year-old. Except for the fact that he totally acts like a two-year-old boy. Yeah, that part of the growing up can move right along. Because two-year-old boys, they are a handfull! Mmmm-hmmmm.

I wonder if there have been times in my walk with Him that God has felt that about me? Like it would never end... Or as though I should hurry on up and get over it, already!

Then I think of those moments where my sweet baby will still sit and snuggle on my lap. I close my eyes, breathe deeply, and savour that feeling. Reminds me that I need to snuggle into my Abba's arms just a little more often, and stay just a little bit longer.