After I made some lunch today, my daughter came scampering into the kitchen.
She came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me.
Who could ignore a hug from their daughter?
Not me, of course.
I turned around and gave her a real hug.
Our arms wrapped around each other.
But as I cuddled in the kitchen with my girl, I noticed something.
The top of her head already reaches just below my mouth.
She's growing so fast!
When I notice that the kids are suddenly hitting a different part of my body, I let them know about it and always say the same phrase.
You're growing without permission again!
They know what I mean.
That they're getting taller.
Ever so taller.
Soon enough my daughter will be taller than me.
And then my son will follow soon after.
Won't take much.
I"m only just a smidge taller than 5'2".
My kids are growing up.
I hug them every day.
I give them kisses every day.
When we walk to/from our townhouse to our car, I even get to hold their hand (if they let me).
It's not something we talk about.
I just put my hand out at an angle and whoever is walking next to me makes a choice to take my hand (or not).
More often than not, they'll take my hand.
I have to tell you...it's awesome.
It warms my heart that my kids (who are 8 and 10) are still willing to hold my hand.
I can't stop time though.
They're growing. Every. Single. Day.
But that won't stop me from hugging them. Or holding their hands (if they'll let me).