The pictures I take are changing just like the boys in them. And I'm not sure how I feel about it.
I used to capture the day by day in detail...sticky chins from melted popsicles, the chubby legs in the highchair, and the delirious grin of a boy on an adventure.
And with Wils and Jeff, I still do and will get those shots as they are content exploring the big world close to my side.
But then there is this growing man. The one who has started to search further out than my arms reach, who runs to find friends in the park and never looks back.
It's a bittersweet moment to look at these pictures and admire the independent man Harrison is becoming, yet miss the moments he also was content to play side by side with me.
But I'm pretty sure that's the way it's supposed to go. The pictures start with close up shots, and as they grow so will the distance...from across playgrounds, ball fields, auditoriums.
These little guys are being shaped by their Maker into mighty men for His glory and I'm the honored lady that's gets to be called their Mommy. The shutter can never freeze them in time, but it can capture the visible growing of men.
I'll take them in for a close up hug and handsome portrait anytime I can, but as they grow I'll cheer them on from the side of the playground, then the bleachers with my zoom lens, and a trust in God for the day they are beyond my arms, eyes, and lens.