Recently I have realized just how fast children grow up. My sweet daughter, Emma, is almost nine years old in 3rd grade. She's changing so much, depending on us a little less every day. Pretty soon she'll trade in those baby dolls she's loved so much for gadgets like I-pods and cell phones. That will be a sad day, but so is the natural progression of childhood. We have her here for about ten more years before she'll be going off to college...I only pray we have taught her all she needs to know by then. I want so much for her, most of all I just want her to be happy.
My sweet boy, Adam is now six years old...how is that possible? He's getting so big, yet he remains so vulnerable all the same. He depends on us almost as much now as he did when he was just a baby. Some people who really don't know us may call that a burden, we do not. He is the sweetest, most angelic child I've ever known. He is so lovable and innocent - just this afternoon I was holding him for a bit after lunch and he laid his little head on my shoulder and just kept it there. I cherished that moment, perhaps a little longer than I should've (for there was much to do around the house)...but instead I soaked it up. See when you have such a medically fragile child you can't help but wonder if you'll have this chance again. Thus we soak up every bit of him, every day. Something all parents should do with their children, but life gets in the way. Adam has made our life slow down...we take that time that otherwise we may not. Yes, that's just one more way I've been changed by a child.
