do you ever think about those last times?
like the last time you tied your little one’s shoes?
or read a story to them at night?
or carried them up to bed?
those last times.
sometimes i’m glad that i don’t know that i’m experiencing a last time.
then i can just look back and remember.
the last time.
then there are those last times
that you feel coming
slowly, slowly, slowly,
and then they pick up momentum
racing into your life
and there’s no stopping
it’s coming
the last time.
like the last bun
soon the day will come
and i will do the last bun
on my little ballerina gracie’s head.
it’s just a bun
you could say
and yet
it will be a last time
a further step
watching her grow into the young lady
Christ designed her to be.
the last time.
i’m feeling nostalgic
and grateful
and thankful
for every single time
my hands get to put her beautiful
hair into a ballet bun.
soon
very soon
it will be the last time.
11 comments
So beautiful. So true.
Beautiful post, sweet friend. Thanks for sharing your heart. Happy Wednesday! ☺
I know exactly what you mean. I remember when I was nursing that I never wanted to rush it to an end. I let it happen slowly and savored it. When I knew that my time of rocking my daughter was coming to an end I held her tighter and rocked her longer. Those last times…oh, sometimes I wish there didn’t have to be lasts with our children! Sigh. Beautiful pictures and such a sweet post.
aww, it’s all so bittersweet!!!
gorgeous photos.
one more day! : ) hope the preparations are going well and that shoulder is being good to you.
Beautiful post, Rachel. I have felt myself counting the “lasts” with my family as I look to soon leave my home to start a new life with an amazing young man. It is very bittersweet.
Thank you for sharing!
God bless!
Rachel
Beautiful!Just beautiful!
So true and so sweet. It made me think of a few “last times.” Smile. and Tears.
time passes us Momma’s by so fast, savoring every second, good reminder, thanks!
Hey Rachel, last times are so bitter sweet. It means they are moving, growing, changing … becoming … hard to let go of such precious moments. Memories become so very important … the treasure of a mother’s heart.
Beautiful.
I think I think about them too much. I feel so sad about those fleeting moments that I often miss the JOY.
Working on that, though.
I know what you mean,and while I love some of those lasts (like changing the last poopy diaper),most lasts are bittersweet and break your heart when you realize you have experienced it for the last time.Thanks for making me cry first thing in the morning.:)