November 17, 2008
I am passionate about savoring the remaining years of my children’s childhood. My oldest turns 13 next month, and I perceive with aching clarity the adage, “They grow up so fast.”
I watched two silly preschool girls on the bus today and conjured an image of Anne at age three sitting next to them. She was wearing her favorite green-and-blue striped dress, the one she insisted upon wearing two or three days a week. In my mind’s eye, her wide, brown eyes were full of delight as the bus pulled away from the curb and its articulated body bent in two like a living thing. Before I realized it, I had tears...