We picnicked, fished, took pictures, and collected sticks on the banks of the Santiam River yesterday.  I watched our boy a lot, remembering being in this very same spot on the river less than a year ago when he seemed so much smaller, so much younger...so much more dependent on us for little things.  I try not to think it, but in moments like these I feel him growing up and slipping through my fingers, as inevitably he will really do one day, and I want to remember everything about the day ~ how beautiful it was, the things that we talked about, the way that he looked, the smiles in his eyes ~ and tuck it all into an envelope in my heart I can reopen again and again.
by mlekoshi