I had one of those bittersweet moments this weekend. I cleaned up Cooper's activity/walker with bleach water, then set it out in the yard with a "Free" sign on it. Five minutes later, when I looked out the window, it was already gone. That's just about as fast as his babyhood is passing, too. What is particularly bittersweet about it is knowing that this is probably the last time in my life I'm "passing this way again". I've been fortunate...I'm having the added blessing in life of having a very active part in the lives and upbringing of my two young grandsons on an almost daily basis. But I realized as I placed Cooper's walker out there on the grass, as I begin to rid our home of all the baby paraphernalia piece by piece in the next few years, I most likely will never do it again. These are the last of the babies, the last time our home will be filled with the hustle and bustle and pure craziness of having two young and rambunctious boys running thru the rooms and scattering toys and laughter everywhere they go.
And this time...this time...I know better than to wish, "I can't wait until they grow up a bit!" Because I know now just how quickly they do.