Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The Ballerina and Baseball Player in the Box

I did the unthinkable today. 

I opened the old photo box.
Whenever I open the old photo box, I am lost for the rest of the day.
I can't seem to stop flipping through the old pictures.
Each one is a moment captured forever on paper.
A moment that I instantly relive when I look at it.
I was just looking for one specific photo.
I tried to mentally prepare myself before I opened the box. 
I talked to myself.
Find the ONE picture....and then...
close...
the....
....box!

But, when I lifted the lid....
The very first photo I pulled from the stack was this one......

I actually gasped.
Out loud.
And then....
I put my hand over my mouth.
And I stared down at the photo of the little preschoolers in the baseball uniform and tutu.

I was taken aback.

Although, the kids are growing up all around me....
sometimes I forget how quickly they are changing.

The little baseball star is my 'little' Tucker.  Today, at 13, he looks like a young man in his high school baseball uniform.


And the little pig-tailed ballerina is my niece, Lauren, who is also 13 and is very much a young lady.


Always changing.....


Growing.....


...and every year that passes....
...they leave the preschoolers in the box farther and farther behind.


2 comments:

Cindy said...

Oh my gosh this is so sweet! I love seeing their progression.

Robin @ Pink Dryer Lint said...

I've had that same knee-jerk reaction when I look back on pictures. When they grow up in front of your eyes, it's harder to notice the differences. Pictures call back those former images and memories -- often shocking!

Sweet reflections -- thanks.