Five Little Years

I sat in the dark last night, thinking about how he is a teenager now.  My heart did one of those heavy beats–do you know the kind I mean?  The kind where your heart is just trucking along like normal, and then some thought or memory surfaces in your mind, and your heart drops…it beats, but it is a muted, heavy beat that you feel…something like a wave that ripples slowly through your body and soul, and time seems to slow for just a fraction of a second.

It happened when I realized I only had five years left with him.

Will 2014 2 NST

Just five little years.

Thank you God, for every minute with this boy.  (Yes, even the frustrating ones.)

Thank you.

Five Little Years

2 thoughts on “Five Little Years

  1. Toni :O) says:

    Oh my gosh, YES!!! I know exactly what you mean except I have two and a half years and it truly scares me. My son is such a Momma’s boy and I absolutely cannot imagine how my life will change when he leaves for college. It saddens me at the same time I know I’ll be so excited for him to start that awesome journey. Cutting that apron string will feel like an iron weight, gonna be soooo hard. For now, I’ll be savoring each and every single day up until then.

  2. Megan C. says:

    I’m feeling the same way with Emma turning 13 next month….how could it have all gone by so fast? Great pic of Will–happy!

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