I keep looking at my boys and realizing that they aren’t going to stay this way, forever. Their funny little phrases, discoveries, and all the things they need my help with now... they’ll grow out of them. I’m sure their next stages will be beautiful and delightful in their own ways, but every summer I can’t help getting a little bit wistful once in awhile about the fleeting nature of life. Maybe because as a child time seemed so very different to me—longer... and now I know that in 3 quick months they’ll grow out of all their clothes and learn new skills and I’ll hardly recognize them from these pictures of today. So I keep taking pictures, somewhat selfishly, so I can in some way keep these dear little boys I love alive as each version of themselves, forever.
