I Want to Remember
I had my first parent-teacher conference at school with Isaac's kindergarten teacher. I arrived a few minutes early so I waited in the hallway, looking at the artwork hanging on the wall. The most precious one was marked with a shaky, handwritten signature, "Isaac".
Some of the older students passed me as I stood there in the hallway, and I just imagined that it must seem to their parents like yesterday that they started kindergarten. I know the years will pass quickly, and I want to cherish each moment with my gifts from God, all wrapped up in funny, curious, sticky, sometimes muddy "little boy packages".
What are you remembering to remember?