The other morning I dropped my girls off at school.
As I watched them walk into the building I heard the words of a song on the radio:
“I wish somebody would have told me babe
Some day, these will be the good old days…”
Just then Grace turned around at the door and waved…
I held my breath. I tried to remember everything at that moment. And then I drove away.
It’s not the big things…the award ceremonies, the performances, or the vacations that hold the magic (although they are wonderful things)…it’s in the small minuta of everyday life where it can be found…the giggles, the snuggles, the silly moments, the long talks, the million tiny things that make up each day…that is where the magic lies.
And that is what makes these days the good old days.
“Someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of these good old days”
Time goes by too quickly.
Everytime I turn around we are celebrating another milestone…and moving on.
Like I always say, I wish I could freeze time…but I can’t.
So in my heart I’m saving all these memories…the sticky hands, the field trips, the smooches, the fort building, the messy projects…all the magic of these good old days.
(And thanking God for every magical minute.)
I love this.