This was the first party they took themselves to – it was across the street.
I saw Ryan standing here. Waiting for Isabel to get ready. And a vision hit me of his 15 year old self, waiting for his 18 year old sister. And I knew I had to take a picture. Of course, by the time I grabbed the camera, he was gone, bugging her in her room. But she wasn’t ready yet, so I quietly waited… And thank goodness, a minute later he got right back in position.
And as he waited, his impatience grew.
And I could barely stand how much I love this kid. And how expressive and true he is. I don’t want to say, “I can’t wait to meet his 15 year old self,” because, in truth, I’m in NO RUSH for these kids of mine to grow up. I enjoyed them little. And I (mostly) enjoy them now.
We can’t freeze time, so there’s no point in wishing for it – though, I’ve wished it many times, I must admit. These photos are about as close as it gets. And I hope that, in six years, I remember I have these pictures. And I hope I take new ones, so I can put them side by side and just marvel – at their growth, and at their sameness.
Get ready, Ryan. It only gets worse!