In The Next Decade I Will No Longer Hold My Baby

In the next decade…

A day will come when I can no longer hold my baby and rock him in my arms.

In the next decade…

A night will come where the bedtime stories are just a memory.

In the next decade…

I will watch one of my babies graduate from high school and wonder how it went so fast.

In the next decade…

I will start to see lines and grays and grace.

I will experience the growing pains, joy, and heartbreaks and longing for the things that I didn’t know mattered so much.

In the next decade…

I will be one day closer to meeting my Father.

You will be too, my friend.

In the next decade, like this one, I am not guaranteed tomorrow.

It’s not my given, it’s my gift.

Friend, as we look ahead to the new decade, can we promise each other to take a breath and hold onto this one for just a moment more?

We aren’t getting this back.

Every hug, every bedtime story, every sweet little sloppy kiss, every dance in the kitchen, is a closer to the last one.

May I remember this decade always as the one God gifted me motherhood, graced me unexplainable love, and left me longing for a moment more.

And may the next decade be filled with that same grace and longing for one moment more.

*via Katy Ursta