Time

Our lives are spent in a seemingly endless stream of practices, recitals, games and meetings. In this we are just like most families. The thing that makes us a little unique is having our oldest graduating from high school and our youngest wearing big boy underwear all day without an accident. Our time with Reed we measure with a calendar, our time with Tod, a stopwatch. I've never experienced the feeling of pushing someone away with one hand and holding on for dear life with the other. Despite the fact I have longer and more coherent conversations with the 3-year-old, I will miss the late night conversations with Tod. When you have a teenager, you hold your most intimate conversations on their terms, at their times. So, when he pokes his head in at 11:30 to see if I'm still awake, I sit up straight and forget that I have to get up at 5:30. It's just what you do. I know it's strange, but I can feel the house slowly becoming more empty every day. Luckily, we have 3 more boys running around to keep us from being lonely, but letting the first one go.... We're not ready, there's still too much more to say...