Time is Flying!

On a Sunday four years ago my water broke on my birthday and the next day I welcomed my beautiful baby boy, Brian. Brian turned 4 yesterday and I need to know where the last four years have gone. I love him more than life itself. He was a baby such a short time ago and now he can spell and write his name and he knows some simple math!!! I find myself staring at his baby sister a lot because I know she's going to be 4 just as fast. I keep trying to take mental snapshots of her, so that when I see pictures of her as a baby on her fourth birthday I can say, "I remember when she looked like that, and I appreciated every minute of it." I also do the same thing with Kate, who is almost 3. I find myself looking at her and saying, "she is only two, she's two, remember how she looks right now and cherish it." I don't want to live with regrets and I'm glad I'm realizing that now when the kids are young. I'm trying so hard to live in every moment with them (the good and the bad) and to soak it all in, so that I'm drenched in their littleness and their pureness, and their innocence. They are my little loves, my gifts from God.