What I wasn't really prepared for was the lump in my throat when I realized that Jon was the only one of my boys who was still young enough to hunt eggs. I looked at the parents with children in strollers, slings, and backpacks, and realized that season of my life has passed. And that the egg hunting season is probably fading as well.
How did this happen? Where has the time gone?
I still remember the Easter years ago when we took Joe to the big community egg hunt and Jake was in the stroller wearing the most soft baby blue outfit of all times. Then just a few years later Jake was the one hunting eggs while Joe was the helper and Jon was in the sling.
But now this one is driving and talking about college and all kinds of grown up stuff.
The other night he and Jake spent hours out in the garage working together on his Suzuki Samurai. And it was great to hear them laughing and working together. But it makes a mom a little misty. My boys are growing up and time just keeps on marching on.
So that Saturday at the zoo, I held that smallest hand with the little pink (I hunted Easter eggs) dot and wished that it wouldn't wash away.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven. Ecc 3:1
• Apr. 20, 2009 - Sniff Sniff....
Be blessed Carters!
Jennifer Sikora
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