Sometimes I want to set the hour glass on its side–pause–keep the moment before me in that frame as it is, not let it end.
Tonight at Kodiak’s soccer game was one of those moments. It was half time, the coach was giving his speech–the boys gathered around him–but my eyes were locked on my son.
I found myself etching this moment–my son–into my memory, my heart, as he is right now.
Soon this chapter will give way to the next. Despite my wish, the hour glass will not rest, her sand will slip through and with it his childhood.
All I can do is remind myself to cherish the now, those slivers of time that open my eyes to notice the incredible person he is today.
And even if but for a moment arrest the ache over the passage of time.