I used to do this before. Walking during my lunch break.
Last spring to shake off the winter feeling.
And in Fall of 2007 when I came back to work from maternity leave.
Has it really been almost 5 years since I walked these streets with her?
So neatly tucked away in a stroller, sleeping cozily in footed pajamas as I rounded block after block to take a break from the office?
Is she really my big girl now, getting ready to enter kindergarten in the fall, not ever needing a stroller anymore? Holding my hand everywhere we go, as we share about our days?
How did the years go by so quickly?
As I rounded all the same blocks yesterday, I was filled with praise from the worship songs on my iPod and praise on my heart for all the memories I keep of my little ones. Most days I feel guilty that I cannot remember more details from my 8 years of motherhood, and I know it will only get worse as I get older.
Memories fade, and I grasp to hold onto them.
But yesterday I felt complete gratitude for all of the memories I do remember. I spent 45 minutes jumping from memory to memory of her almost 5 years in my life, from the little things she did as a newborn to the big things she is doing as a little girl.
And my heart just swelled. It swelled for the gift of my family, and it swelled for the gift all the days I get to share with them.
And I'm grateful for cameras.
My son will be 8 in eleven days. More to come on how my heart is exploding for that kid.