Yesterday morning this phrase came true for me. Our oldest daughter, H., crept quietly into our room at 5:45, tiptoeing so as not to wake the baby who sleeps in the small crib next to my bed. She was coming to say goodbye before driving to the airport to catch a flight to her first medical school interview. She sat on my side of the bed to hug me and then laid her head down on my chest while Russ prayed for her. In that moment I remembered with great clarity her tiny head resting on my chest, her entire body curved in my arms. For a moment she was my newborn again, and I could remember it all as if it was yesterday – don’t people say that, too?
I remember carrying her through the streets of Seattle and buying groceries at Pike Place Market with her tucked in the blue corduroy Snuggli. I can see her picking strawberries at Grisamore Farm in upstate New York, wearing faded OshKosh overalls pulled from the bottom of a pile at an early morning yard sale. When she was a little older, I remember her finding owl pellets under the blue spruce which she took apart to analyze the contents – so many tiny mice bones.
So,it’s all true, children do grow up before we know it. Trust me, the days fly by and soon your children will be young adults creating lives for themselves, living out their particular callings. I thank God for every day that I have had with H. May her life always bring glory to Him.