Growing up

I am acutely aware of the limited time left with all 5 of us under one roof. And I'm clinging to it for dear life. As much fun as it is to watch our kiddos grow up, it's slightly heartbreaking at the same time. 

Sure, there are moments (frequently) of bickering, arguing, teasing and crying. But I just know that I will miss that noise when it's gone. And the constant song and dance in the kitchen click for a preview

I'll miss turning a corner in the house and seeing a teenager (staring at her phone). Or hearing the humming of the refrigerator while the doors are wide open while listening to someone complain "there's nothing to eat in this house" and shut the door in a huff. Or wonder where all of our cups are when the cupboards are empty, only to discover them divided between the girls' rooms.  

And I am sure to miss the long drives to practice, blasting music and singing to songs from the 1980's, 90's and now, shocked that Regan knows the words to all of those songs from long ago. (thank goodness there are 2 more to keep driving after Regan can drive herself!).

But I'm excited to see these kiddos grow and mature. To watch them hold adult conversations, advocating for themselves and finding their way through life. Because they are all amazing humans who I adore so much.