I just got a new snapshot yesterday. On a whim, hubby asked if I wanted to pack the kids up and take them to get ice cream. This was a totally sporadic thing…and also possibly a really bad idea, as it happened right around the twins’ bedtime. We decided to risk it, and took off.
We went down to our local little mall-type area…you know…lots of shops, Starbucks, and a movie theater. Cold Stone Creamery is there, too. We got Tater his own little chocolate ice cream with peanut butter cups mixed in. He loved it! After we got all of our ice creams, we went to sit out by the big fountain in the courtyard to eat it, while Tater threw 20 cents worth of pennies in the fountain. Life was good.
Afterwards, Tater ran along the courtyard and the grassy area near the fountain. Hubby started chasing him around. Tater was SO happy. Really, I wish I had my camera to get a few shots of them chasing each other and Tater’s belly laughs! It was about 7:45 p.m., and the sun was starting to set. And Tater was running up and down the little grassy hills.
And then…it happened…the memory snapshot. But it wasn’t of his smiling, laughing face so much as it was a snapshot of his blond hair in the setting sun. We are letting his hair grow out, so it’s getting long, and when he runs the breeze catches it. The light shining through it struck me for some reason – it struck me in the heart.
I am thinking of it again right now, and it makes me cry. They grow up so quickly, and they are only little for such a short period of time. He used to be my baby, and now, he’s a little boy. He is so carefree, so innocent…I just want to bottle up his youth to smell it and remember it later.
But I have the snapshot, and right now, that will have to do.
And so it goes…