My childhood is over.
And this girl...the one frowning at the camera is holding on to every little memory she can.
My dear friend Mackenzie surprised me today with my blog makeover and her sweet message. I soak it all in and seriously I felt like I was going to cry!
I know...when did I get so sentimental?
I think it was the pictures on the top we all looked so old even my Jeremy. And in that moment it finally sank in our childhood is gone.
My mom always told us to cherish being a child. "You can only be a child once." She would say. I would always look at her like she had ten eyes and said "Yup...mom I know." Inwardly I was thinking well when will it be over? When will I be an adult?
I am here to say that being an adult is not all that great. Oh don't get me wrong I have a blessed life and I love it fully. But I sure miss my childhood days.
I miss the feeling of being up at 11:00 at night and feeling all grown up. I miss the way the wild flower would tickle my nose when I smelled it. Or the way I felt in my daddy's arms.
I miss being the
I miss our late night sleepovers in the sofa bed in the living room with popcorn somehow landing between our toes and fruit juice splattered over our summer pajamas.
I miss our screams and our giggles.
Instead...I am here.
Forced to look at the bedroom next to mine being invaded with moving boxes. Seeing furniture we used to share being brought over to the apartment that will be hers in a month...
Stuffed animals being given away to charity, dolls being bubbled wrap and stored clothes being in bins and I look at that old familiar room where the memories are taken over my brain and I think "How?" How could my sweet Carole be old enough to be married. How is it that my kid brother is graduating high school? How is that I am older enough to have a full time job?
I now understand it. Mom, I finally get it. We only have one childhood.
Don't rush it.