I remember them being born. I remember having the responsibility of babysitting the two of them and praying to God that we would have a cry-free and limited pamper changing evening. I remember them being tiny enough to sit in little car seats on the table when they were lounging around the house.
I would like to believe that these memories were from a time much more recent than they actually are. But the truth is, those two little ones are now near-six-foot (you read that correctly), fourteen year-old teenagers.
On Tuesday, I took an early morning bus to NY to join the rest of the adults in the Henderson clan in the ritual of getting the girls ready for prom. After a few hours of getting pampered with hair, nails, and makeup, these extremely gorgeous not-so-little-anymore girls walked out the door to the chariot that whisked them away to their dance.
I was exhausted from a 5:30am wake up and a near five hour bus ride, but I would NOT have missed any of that day for the world…or for school or dissertation writing.
As I stared in awe at my nieces, it really hit me that time definitely does not stand still. I'm so proud of who they are becoming.
Next stop…8th grade graduation, then, first day of high school.
Lord, help me.
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