Getting Old

It seems there has been so much I have wanted to write about lately, but time seems to escape me as I blink and the kiddos seem to be growing faster than I can believe. Sometimes the days all blend together and I can’t remember what happened when, but I pray there are memories being made, joy lived and love imparted that will remain with all of us no matter how old.

I officially have a seven year old. It literally seems like yesterday that we were being emailed pictures of him when he was only three. He is growing like a weed and I feel like I am buying him new pants as often as I buy gallons of milk! Kolbe has taken on the oldest child role well. He is the caretaker, leader, always willing to help out and sometimes yes the boss.

When Aaron was away deer hunting this past fall the three kids and me went on a road trip to visit my family. All four of us were in one room. Kolbe asked to sleep on the floor by Grace’s crib so he could get up in the middle of the night to help take care of her. His intentions were dear, but he sleeps like a rock and didn’t flinch when she started to cry.

He has a big heart and would give everything away to someone in need in an instant. The smile I waited years to see, still melts my heart and gets me every time. He is full of questions and eager to learn.

In all of his excitement going to bed the night before his birthday, he stated I am really only turning five tomorrow. Confused, as all day he was proclaiming how he was almost seven!! Why the turn of events. He said seven was getting closer to eight and that meant he would have to go to Confession next year!

I love you to the moon and am beyond blessed to be your mom!!