I don’t know if it’s because I fought so hard to have my babies; or if it’s because I held my breath each time my phone rang for nearly 10 weeks, expecting to hear the worst news from the NICU; or if it’s because I grew up knowing that mothers sometimes die when their babies aren’t even 2 years old. Whatever the reason, watching my trio age isn’t something that hurts. Instead, it makes my heart soar.
Time is fleeting, and it only moves quicker as we age. It moves quicker yet when we try to soak up every passing minute with tiny people who are racing for the day they are grown up just like us. I try to make the most of the time I have and the people with whom I have to spend it. It never feels like enough, and I’m always looking to do more, but looking back shows me it’s better than I could ever hope.
all photos by Emilee Beth Photography