This week, on Monday, my little boy turned four years old.
Today, my husband and I celebrate our eleventh wedding anniversary.
This weekend, we will celebrate my baby’s first birthday.
Four years…eleven years…one year.
All that I have left of that time is the memories.
I remember the good days with such fondness.
The joy of holding my babies, they’re sweet smells, the happiness and commitment in saying, “I do”.
I remember the struggles with a mixture of regret for my failures and thankfulness for what I have learned.
For I have learned so much in the four, eleven and one.
I wonder what I have forgotten within these three spans of time.
What have I forgotten that I want to hold on to?
What have I forgotten that I am so glad is gone?
Forgetting what is left behind, I will press on in all three.
I will press on in being mommy, sometimes even “super mommy” to my four year old who is maturing before my eyes.
I will press on in marriage to my best friend, seeking always to love more, to serve more, to submit, to respect, and to encourage.
I will press on in loving and caring for this sweet baby that has been such a gift to our family, our “Jenny with a J”, watching in wonder as she grows and learns.
This was written for 5 Minute Friday hosted by The Gypsy Mama, where we are asked to write without editing for five minutes each Friday.
I am so thankful for this five minutes of time to write from my heart.
Thank you for reading!
Sarah says
What a sweet post! That is quite a lot of celebrating all bundled up into a short week. I hope you build many more memories that you and your family will cherish always.
Holly says
I enjoyed this post. You’ve got a lot of things going on! I’m glad you’re choosing to hold onto everything. Kids grow so fast!
Carey Bailey says
Pressing along side you. With Joy, Carey PS Love the cake.