sliding

I don't feel old enough to be bringing my kids to the places I so vividly remembering frequenting as a kid.

It feels like yesterday that I was spending summer days at the waterslides near my hometown and now I have two kids who are smitten with the place and my belly is so round with a third that I can't even partake in the fun.

I love that Ephram and Elin didn't notice all the chipped paint and water marks and heaved concrete and overgrown weeds that I now see so blatantly. 

I'm sure that much of that was there when I was young but I don't remember it if it was. 

I love that they are building their own pure little memories in the places that form so many of mine.

I love seeing the joy on their faces and knowing exactly what they are feeling. 

I love seeing them push their boundaries and pray that Rob and I remain able to give them as many opportunities as they need to get to the point where there are no more boundaries. 

I love their slowly browning skin and the sun bleached hair that reminds me so much of their aunts.

I love that a $3(!) ring pop can restore a waning good mood. 

I wish everyday could be like this.

I wish their dad could have been with us. 

I hope they never forget this because I know I can't.