I found this picture tonight and I’m at a loss for words because for the life of me I can’t remember much about my boys at this age. Is this how it happens? They grow and you forget. They change and you don’t remember how it was before. They grow out of clothes and you forget about the cute matching shirts they once wore.
My kids have changed so much and I still own that dress. I don’t remember the last time I wore it, but I still have it.
I can’t even remember if we knew about Amos and Story when this picture was taken. I’ve tried and tried to pull up the time of year this was taken (I know Fall, duh) and figure out if I knew that I was the mom to two more kids, or if I just knew of these two.
Time goes so fast.
They grow up so fast.
I still have that dress.
I can’t remember when we took this picture.
Life moves fast.
Those are my deep thoughts on a Sunday night. What was your deep thought of the day?