My Isaac is three and now he doesn't want to hold his mommy's hand. He IS a big boy, after all.
He does, however, want to ride on a boat "just with Mommy, not Daddy or Abby."
Can I just say that I ache almost every moment these days - just because these days are so short? I am sometimes guilty of wanting to do nothing but snuggle my kids while I can.
Yet even as I kiss their chubby cheeks, my heart prays toward their futures. My hands train a future man and a future woman. And I am glad that this truth brings purpose to my days.
But I am glad to have so many short years yet before I must let go.