Can you time us Mama?
The girls race around me, barely able to stand still enough to
fling the words at me and rush on.
Since I wear no watch, my scientific timing consists of
counting slowly as they run across the lawn, weaving, laughing, legs and arms a
blur.
21 seconds…a new world record! I shout as they hurtle across
the finish line, the place where the lawn meets the driveway.
It has been years now since their chubby toddler legs gave
way to these graceful girl limbs, and I still marvel at the change.
They are beautiful, my racing girls. I give up my timing duties to join them
at the starting line, to try my luck against these gazelles on the lawn.
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Nice! It is the little things that mean so much to our kids, right? And hard for their Momma to watch them race through the stages of life. Where does the time go?
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So wonderful! I love that you are embracing this race. :) Have a blessed weekend!
ReplyDeleteso beautiful, great post. Have a wonderful weekend
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