I look at my almost five year old's face as she dreams and I remember holding her in my arms for the very first time. Her now, somewhat grown-up looking face, still tugs at my memory of her as a newborn. She still has the same eyes, nose, and special curves to her tiny lips.
My son is the same. When he cries, (you know the cry-till-his-face-turns-red face)... I can picture that doctor holding him up above me and plopping the precious miracle down upon my lap.
There is something about time that we instinctively want to rush... but when I think of my first-born going off to kindergarten in just a few weeks... and my little boy already half way through his second year of life, I just want to scream STOP!
And so, as I wait for our 3rd miracle to arrive any day now, I will choose not to rush even this moment... because all too soon, he/she will be all grown up. . . and I will be remembering the day they were born, and cherishing every moment.