Remember a few days ago, when I put up pictures of George decorating my walls with his nicely sharpened pencil?
Remember, how it was so sweet and enduring. That I was holding on to it as tightly as possible, because my baby won’t be a baby for long, and it’s these little moments that make me stop and think and enjoy what I have, right here, right now. Something as sweet as a little artwork on the wall is proof that life is fleeting. We should enjoy our children while they are young, because it’s gone in a flash.
For some reason, Jim did not share my enthusiasm.
Thank God for Magic Eraser.