The top photograph is from last summer, and the bottom is from this Memorial Day at my parent’s house. Seeing them together like this makes me realize just how much my child has changed. Those chubby little baby legs up there, only walking for a couple of months, still so unsteady and wobbly. Now his legs are longer and leaner, his movements more purposeful. He is in command of the lawnmower and happily using his imagination. He was so uncertain last year, now he is a bit more headstrong. He still has dimpled elbows and round cheeks. He still takes his play very seriously.
It gives me one of those bittersweet emotional twinges. It is a mixture of pride over how much he has grown, and sadness for how fast time flies. I see this photo comparison and I both smile and feel a mist in my eyes. This is a love unlike any other I have ever felt, and if you also have a child in your life, who you love dearly, I am sure you have felt the same way.