Childhood is so temporary. Sometimes when I look at my kids, I can't help but think that that very moment is the last time I'll see them just as they are right now. Tomorrow they will have grown just a little bit more, and yet another part of their babyness will be gone forever. Perhaps it isn't noticeable, but it is happening.
Babies and children don't have the monopoly on such impermanance, either. Adults are constantly changing, too. Maybe not as quickly, but the way I look today is just as temporary as the way my children look today.
Relationships change. Seasons change. Everything changes.
I want to save those fleeting moments forever.
Don't you?
