bike.

A friend of ours is moving back to the mainland and graciously gave us their daughters old bike. Tim put it together today and the kids were so enthralled. I brought Owen's small bike over for him to "work," on so Tim could avoid disasters. It was the sweetest thing to watch. The kids are learning and growing so much and so fast these days. I get so excited about it and then immediately feel sad because it means these moments are happening but passing as well. They are growing up and soon they will have better things to do than hang out with us. But until then I'm going to relish in all the moments we do have. I will take a million pictures of them a day and capture every single one of them that I can (without disconnecting myself). I want to remember it all. 

I want to remember the way he loves to learn and be independent. 

I want to remember how much he idolizes his Father.

 

I want to remember how excited he got while riding his "new," bike and how eager he is to help.

How Tim will get his hands dirty in the hot sun just to put a smile on their faces.

How she tries to copy everything her brother does and those tiny reminders that she still is a baby. (aka: teether that she won't give up.)

How she just loves to be around her Father and tries so hard to be helpful.

How interested she in in "boy stuff."

How he trusts me completely to never let him fall.

I want to remember everything. The good (like today), the bad (like two nights ago at 3am) and even the ugly (because I'm sure it will be hilarious to me later--that's how it works, yes?)

These are the moments that are special to me. I don't need elaborate vacations or pictures of us in formal wear, I just need these moments. And I vow to be grateful for every.single.one.