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Growing, Going, Gone

Do you ever consider how fast your children grew up? At the time, it seemed that the sleepless nights would last forever and the terrible twos would stay terrible forever, the pre- teens awkwardness and the teenage defiance would never end. And then they turn 16, you give them the keys and they speed off into the world...gone.  

I expected that, somewhat, and I even learned to release my children as they grew. What I didn't expect was for the grandkids to go so fast. 

2014 our miracle baby arrives. Our Christmas gift from above. 


We enjoy the other two for our last Christmas in GA before moving to Tennessee. 





2015 we enjoy our first Christmas after moving to Nashville in May. 



2016 and we enjoy our first Christmas in our new house. 


2017 the last Christmas the three will be the littles. 


2018 new babies.


2019 the year before Covid and the last Christmas in our new home. 





2020 the Covid Christmas gathering almost didn't happen. The kids considered not getting together. We were getting ready to move back to GA. The apartment was full of boxes, and we put up only a few decorations. We did Christmas at Christy's. 




Growing, going, and I'm knowing it won't be long before they're grown and gone.

Precious Christmas memories of the past few years find me grieving this holiday season.  I'll miss baking cookies and making ornaments and decorating the tree with them. I'll miss reading daily stories of Christmas with them. It's hard for the littles to be still for a story on FaceTime and the big ones have their own interests. They'd rather make funny faces on the Phone app. I'd rather see their sweet faces but I'm trying to embrace that too. 

Today I'll make a decision to put down the photos of the past and pick up the phone and create memories for the future. For everyday, they are growing, going and gone. 

Sorry for being a Debbie Downer today. I'll be fine. Just let me grab a tissue. A good cry makes everything better. 

Go make some memories.

Bonnie


Comments

  1. You're not being a Debbie Downer, what you are is real, Bonnie. Sending you much love my friend.

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  2. I know just what you are saying. Our oldest turned 10 last month and time is flying by. Hug them and enjoy them!

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  3. They do grow up fast. Francesca is already 4, and I remember going to the hospital welcoming a baby girl in the world. And Mia is 3. I've been told that this time does go by fast, and we just have to savor all the time we have with them. Sending comforting thoughts and a hug to you today.

    ~Sheri

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  4. That's why we take pictures! I cry too as I look back but pick up the camera (phone) and take new ones. They grow up and when we look back at the memories, it sure seems like it went fast:( Have a blessed day dear friend, prayers!

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  5. Oh how true! We cannot blink. Your picture memories are so adorable. I've also had to give up activities with my grands, not because of distance but because of the virus that lurks everywhere. Still hoping that soon we will be able to meet together indoors as usual. In the meantime, I'm grabbing a tissue and joining you, my friend!

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