Realized this past weekend that the little blue stool has outlived it’s usefulness. Even the little guy is now tall enough to stand at the bathroom sink without elevation to brush his teeth. The stool has joined the ranks of the abandoned “higher up” chairs that once replaced two of the dining room chairs during their visits.

Thinking about the rapid passage of time, and the need to grab moments and hold on tightly when you can. Yesterday morning, I was sharing this chair with a four year old, two favorite blankies and a stuffed Eeyore. I love the fact that he wakes up slowly and heads for my lap in the morning like a sleepy little homing pigeon.  In the blink of an eye, Grammy’s lap won’t be as big a draw, ( or a draw at all!) and I’m very aware of that, so I’m going to savor these moments, and make an attempt to capture the memory.

I forget where I first read the quote, “The days are long, but the years are short,” but it summarizes childhood about as perfectly as anything could.