From my vantage point on the sand on a lazy Saturday afternoon, I watched my son march up to me with purpose. I gasped internally as he came closer because in those seconds, I got a glimpse the man he will become one day. My son is my youngest child and so there’s a sad-happy sweetness for me as he matures: his achievements and growth so often mean shutting a door on a part of my life.
But then, only moments later, my little boy was there again, flying his stick plane in the air with abandon. I delighted in it.
You have to treasure all of it as it happens…in the ebbs and flows.