As if I need another reminder about how quickly time passes.
Notching off their height on the door frame a couple of times a year, I am brutally confronted by change and growth.
I keep going back and checking, did they really grow that much since last time. Where did those inches come from and where has the time gone?
When my boys were first born, I bought a journal for each of them. Initially, I had planned to write a least once a week, documenting their little phrases, their milestones, the memories. But, par for the course, our lives became busier and more hectic, and only a few pages were filled. Shamefully, I'll admit, that writing in that journal became just another thing that needed to be done, and it wasn't.
I've decided to change that initial poor attempt at journaling to here. Because time is flying by.
Once a month, I will write a letter to my boys. I will document, remember, and celebrate. I will be honest and nostalgic. I will do my best to not let the time continue to slip by so quickly.