Time

I can't believe Charleigh is almost three months old. Time goes by so quickly. I have started planning Cavan's fourth birthday party. He wants to go bowling. I'm also looking for someone to make us a cupcake cake. I love this concept. Pretty like a cake, but no mess like cupcakes. Perfect. My Dad and I had a deep conversation about how important time is. He was telling me that he used to tell his mom that he wanted to be a fireman, an astronaut, a scientist, a policeman, and so on when he grew up. She would tell him that he would have to live a thousand lives to do all of that. Then he told me that he wished he could have lived a lifetime in each of his children's stages in their lives separately. I completely understand what he means. I wish I could have lived a whole life with Cavan as a baby. Then Cavan as a toddler. And just recently he isn't even a toddler anymore and he's just a little boy. Heartbreaking. I'm sure that will continue. It seems like Charleigh's babyness is flying by. I wouldn't wish my pregnancy with Charleigh would hurry up and be over because that was me also wishing away my time with Cavan. Time is precious. I wish I could stay with my little ones forever and always. This makes me cry. The more time goes by the more I realize the pure truth in my parents comments like, "I remember just yesterday..." and it is something we did when we were like five. Life is so short. The older I get, the younger I realize I am.

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