Lately I have been really emotional about my kids growing up. My handsome boy is 9! Peanut is 6, she will be seven in 25 days (she has been counting down for 3 days) and my sweet sweet beanie baby is 3.
Beanie's favorite thing to say is "I am getting bigger". The other day after we had dropped Peanut off at a girl scouts function she was holding my hand and she tugged on it a little, I looked down at her, she looked up at me with big brown eyes and said, "I am getting bigger, I will be 5, then I can go to girl scouts." I couldn't stop the tears then and I can't now either. Right now we are sitting on a big comfy chair in the living room and she has fallen asleep all snuggled up to my side. She is still little, and she will be for a little while longer. I am really trying to cherish this time.
Looking over at my boy and my Peanut who are trying to play pratical jokes on each other and listening to their laughter makes me so happy and so thankful that God has allowed me to be the mother to these 3 amazing children.