Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on moment.
Our first nephew leaves for school this week.
I remember the day he was born.
I remember the drive from Rochester to be there.
I remember the look on my parent's faces.
I remember the excitement, my dad couldn't sit still.
I remember how much pain my sister was in.
I remember how long he took.
I remember how I held you, I remember them telling us your name.
I remember how little you were.
And then, in a moment, you're off.
You're the first of the four.
First of the four to do everything, sweetie.
Go to school, drive, high school, college trips.
The first of the four to head out.
Last night, when we talked about your first few days there, I got so excited for you.
And then, when we talked about you entering this world, my heart pulled a little.
This life that we are granted, is filled with moments.
Like when our kids start walking, talking, and asking for us.
Like first smiles, like looks across a room, like me knowing what you need more than anyone else.
Like learning to ride bikes and learning to ask for things and learning to make friends.
Like the first days of school and the last days of school.
Like starting days and ending them.
Moments, you have filled our world and our lives with moments.
Moments we remember, moments we want to forget, moments we treasure, moments we hold on to, moments we have let go.
Like them starting off on their lives, setting this world on fire like you set our hearts on fire.
To the little group of four.
We love you and the moments you have given us.
