This weekend was a time when I was repeatedly reminded of how fast time is flying by. We spent a wonderful evening with a large group of friends and their kids and, for the most part, the kids just played on their own. Sure there were a couple skirmishes, especially as the evening wore on and kiddos got pooped, but for the most part it was really the grown-ups talking and the kids off, doing their own thing.
Then we spent a late evening with an old friend, playing cards and laughing a lot. It was a wonderful reminder that even as time goes by, even the closest relationships that continue to grow and change.
And then the weekend ended with a family dinner with all the cousins running around (4 boys in 4 years). Similar to the friends gathering, the kids were off entertaining themselves, having an amazing time, and the grown-ups could watch from a distance and enjoy each other.
This feels like a major milestone in parenting—that time when the kids are off entertaining themselves and you can (sort of) trust that no one is going to fall from a great height or poke their eye out. It feels like the time just flew by, and yet I am SO GRATEFUL to be here now….