Where does the time go?

From left to right: Sandi, Sarah, Skylar, Savannah. At the Braves Game on Memorial Day 2010.

Seriously? 

How did Terry and I get to the age that our oldest daughters are now 21 and 19? Has it really been THAT long since we brought them home from the hospital and celebrated their first few Christmas days? You mean I'm NOT 25 any more?  

I can look and see they aren't 9 pounds 12 ounces or 7 pounds 5 ounces any more. I can't hold them in my lap or cradle them in my arms like when they were infants.  But how did it happen so quickly? Where did all the memories - of things we swore we'd NEVER forget - get buried in our brains? I'm sure if I could remember ALL those moments, I would more easily realize the time that has passed. But they are filed away somewhere in my brain and they only surface when someone else says "Hey, do you remember when ...?

Remember when Sarah was bent over the sofa and we wondered what she was doing only to have her stand and turn to us with 5 pacifiers in her mouth?

Remember Savannah sitting in the backseat as we drove down Old Conyers Road after church one Sunday evening and hearing her little voice saying "I'm meeeeeellllllttttttiiiiinnnnnggggg!" like the witch in the Wizard of Oz?

Sarah eating her birthday cookie

Savannah heading out for a night on the town with a friend.

Of course I know that we didn't set out to raise our girls to stay children. We were rearing our children to become wonderful, mature, responsible adults. I must say that, to date, they have not disappointed us. They learned their lessons very well and we are extremely proud parents of our two adult daughters. 

Now to complete the task of rearing the last two daughters so we can say the same of them in another 7 years. :) I love you girls!

I just found the following quote on the blog Real Life Stuff and I think it fits here:  "It happens before you know it... the handprints  get higher and higher, then suddenly - they disappear."