I thought about something yesterday while I was working out. I thought about how my oldest would be starting Kindergarten in a day, and how quickly that time came.
I thought about a blog post I wrote back in the fall of 2016, all about reminiscing on the fall season and all that it brings.
I looked back on my time in college and early adulthood, and how in a few short years I would be dropping my son off to Kindergarten and crying in my car thinking about the days when he would be asleep on my chest.
Those days are here.
It was a nice cool September morning.
We gave Ian hugs and kisses across the street from his school, and told him to have the best day ever.
We waited for the crosswalk as we answered all of his eager questions about the day ahead.
Introduced him to the crossing guards, and pretended to run into each other along the way.
Each step filled with laughter and excitement.
Ian was so excited to walk up the stairs into the hallway that would eventually lead to his classroom.
We saw him take a seat and start playing with toys, uninterested in saying goodbye to us and more interested in doing his own things.
He’s a big boy now, as much as I didn’t want it to happen this quickly, it did.
And there’s nothing I can do about it.
During those late night cuddles when he was just a couple of months old, I would have sworn time was moving as slow as it could. Yet here we are, time proving me wrong once again.
In a little more than a month we will be celebrating his 6th birthday, and in a few years we’ll be walking both Ian and Max into school and I will be in a very similar situation as the one I am in now..wishing time would slow down.
That’s how life works though, even though at times I wish it didn’t.
And we find ourselves in new seasons of life with new people.
It’s easy to sit back and think about how things used to be, but we have to be careful that we don’t stay there too long.
I love looking back on my life and reminiscing about different memories, but if I do it for too long I will forget to live in the moments I find myself in now.
The truth is, my life was great when I was 18 living away from home for the first time, and when I was 21 walking the streets of Monmouth with a peppermint coffee in hand on my way to my next class.
It was special at 23 walking through my neighborhood with my dad and our dog, just like it was in October of 2016 when my nights were longer than anything I had ever experienced.
It was special today, walking my son into kindergarten, just like it will be in a few years when we do the same with Max.
My life has been filled with special little moments, all of which I will hold very close to my heart until I get to add a new one.
I love my life, I truly do.
Every decision I have made has led me to where I am today.
The pieces of who I am, have delicately fallen into place.
All to lead me to today.
Yesterday while I was on my morning treadmill run, I was brought back to those early runs during my Sophomore year at Western.
The frost that would collect on my face during my morning miles.
How successful I felt knowing I had accomplished something before most people were even awake.
After my run, I sat on the floor to stretch while finishing my episode of Grey’s Anatomy.
I sat in awe of where I was at that very moment.
In my house with my husband and children.
A life I someday hoped for, as I was navigating the unknown.
I took off my running shoes, and greeted my family as I made my morning cup of coffee.
Life happens no matter what you’re doing.
Eventually it all falls into place.