Back in the day.

I don't dread getting old. Well, I definitely hope I'm able to remain vital; still being a runner into my eighties would be a definite bonus. I do think about getting older, but more in the context of watching my kids grow up and wondering what they'll be like. ...and how they'll see me.

But I also think a lot about being older and looking back on this time of our lives, when Sonja and Haven were little ones. I think about how happy I'll be that we have all of these pictures to look back on to remember what we all looked like back in the day. I'm happy they'll be able to see how utterly beautiful they were. 

Sonja and I were talking the other day about how she is growing older (she likes to talk about how she used to be a baby but now she's getting bigger) and we started talking about her baby pictures. I've made a point of making her and Haven their own photo albums so they can look at pictures of themselves as babies. I told her that when she is all grown up she will have thousands of photos of her childhood to look back on. I was so pleased to tell her this that I felt tears in my eyes.