I've been reminiscing about my oldest daughter's childhood tonight. Tiny fingers reaching in to grab her bubble wand, pursed lips and me admonishing, “Blow gently, honey.” Her laughter was so bright as she sent multicolored orbs floating high into the sky. I remember the warmth from the hot August sun on our faces.
I wasn't a professional photographer when Madison was small. (I was however, a professional feeder/washer/diaperer/baby rocker.) If I had been I would've documented every dimpled finger, those tiny pursed lips and the bubbles that brought such joy and delight to her heart and mine.
Childhood is so fleeting.
A couple of weeks ago she walked down a grass covered aisle and became Drew’s wife. We prepared for almost a year, but honestly, who can emotionally prepare for something like this? We laughed, we cried, we remembered. 21 years ago she nursed at my breast and now she's old enough to nurse babies of her own. I pray her own arms are filled with the same love and wonder that she has given me. I pray there are many dimpled fingers to kiss, sweet necks to nuzzle and lots and lots of sticky bubbles.
Childhood should be full of such things.
Take time this week to simply engage in play. Pull out the bubbles and see who can send theirs the highest into the sky. Soak it all in precious mama. And if you have time, grab that shot that I didn’t so you can enjoy it later. I promise when they are grown and beginning their own journey into adulthood you’ll be so grateful you did.
Wedding images courtesy of Jeanne Mitchum Photography, Charleston, SC.