When You're Having Fun

Like I said in my previous post, I really love this tree...

Dylan?  Really loves that sandbox!

I was sitting there, looking up at the pretty pink petals, trying not to think about how much sand my little sand magnet was going to bring with him into the house later.

I was snapping pictures...

He was lost in his sand nirvana...

Eventually all good things must come to an end, and it was time for dinner, so I suggested he run around the yard a few times to get all the sand off...

After I snapped a few pictures, I was looking back at them on the camera, when I gasped.  Do you ever look at a picture of your child, and see them as much older than they really are?  I am telling you, I look at this shot, and I can see him as a teenager.

Most of the time, when I look at him, I struggle to remember him like this...

Time... it does fly, doesn't it?  That day, as I watched him run barefoot through the grass, smiling and laughing, I could feel time passing in a way I don't often notice.  Usually I'm so busy, so caught up in each day's details and lists of things to get done, that I don't notice the differences.  The freckles that have appeared on his face, the hands that have lost the dimples, the legs that are longer and stronger.  I saw it and felt it like the shot on my camera.. as a blur... a blur that will speed by way too fast, if I don't take the time to notice each precious moment.