Sucker Punch

The other night I was trying to organize the thousands of photographs that were never put into photo albums and ended up being thrown into a box.

I have attachment issues with photographs.

Its one of my many issues.

While my children played around me, I sat on the basement {concrete} floor "Ooooo"ing and "Awwww"ing over my babies when they were actual, little tiny babies.

I called my kids over to look at pictures of themselves and all of their baby-ish perfection.

I showed them photos of their dad and I as young kids and adults before children.

They weren't interested.

I was a basket case.

I mean, what has happened??

They were just babies yesterday.

I was just a kid last week.

And now my {almost} 12 year old is deep thinking what he wants to be when he grows up.

My {almost} 10 year old wears a size 9.5 men's shoe.

And my {almost} 6 year old acts like she is 16.

Time.
One big, ginormous sucker punch to the face.
I have the wrinkles to prove it.

**Joining MamaKat this week.  I think she has missed me.**