Example número dos. While driving through town we saw our missionaries walking down a street carrying their backpacks. You could tell they were headed somewhere important doing something they really cared about. They walked with purpose and they looked so happy. (We have awesome missionaries, I would be proud to call either of them my son/brother/friend. They are awesome.) I couldn't help but think about their Mommas back home and then my little hear melted. In less than 17 years I will be putting my (grown-up) son on an air plane to anywhere. Alaska, south Caralina, Panama, Guatemala, seriously anywhere. And for half a second I felt like that was where we were headed. If the next 17 years goes as fast as this last year has then I need more time. Do you think if I keep him in onesies and rompers and let him run around without pants on he will stay little forever? It hasn't worked yet.
Example número tres: today I was holding Jeremy's phone next to mine. The background on his is a picture of itty bitty swinging a few months ago and on mine is a picture of Scott swinging just a couple weeks ago. Holy smokes. His little face has changed so much! He's gotten bigger, his teeth have gotten bigger, his hair longer and fuller he is growing up so fast! Please slow down!