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