I used to write. I used to sit with the sun streaming through the trees casting dancing shadows on my legs as the wind rustled the leaves.
That tree is long gone.
I used to start typing and words would stream onto a page and I would learn things about myself, my children, and my God.
I haven’t had any words for far too long.
So much time has passed. I quit writing regularly when Asher was in kindergarten. Today he started fourth grade.
Has it really been that long?
I printed out the first 5 years of this blog for my boys 6 years ago. The boys recently found the book and have been reading it and laughing at themselves quite often. We’ve started collecting the words I have “Overheard” from them again. That’s their favorite part.
I’ve been telling my boys how much I love to see them grow. I’ve been praying for them daily, but I haven’t written it all down in quite some time.
But now I have the time. As fast as the years go by, thank God, I still have plenty of time.
So these lessons I’m learning and the preserving of these memories in blog form are for them.
Two boys, I hope you know how proud I am of you and who you are becoming. May the Lord bless and keep you, the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you. May the Lord turn his face toward you, child, and give you peace.