Our season is changing. Preston is 18 and Ashton is 12. Growth appears to become faster with Ashton. He admires his older brother so much. I am trying to embrace it, but my heart is aching.
It aches for those days when they wanted their mama. The days that they’d hop into my bed and giggle about something corny or when they’d just give me a hug, for no reason at all. The most handsome faces and tall bodies have taken the place of chubby cheeks and tiny hands. I often find myself staring at them with a smile. I am Just proud of their growth. Physically and spiritually.
Their little sisters are 4 and 6 so I still get to hear little voices every day, I will forever miss the sound of my sweet boys’ voices. There is something so special between a mom and her sons.
The seasons of life…. boy, do they creep up on you. God’s plan is so much better than ours but today, I am pondering on those days that are past. Remembering my “little” boys.