Cambel can feed Ada and other reasons I love my kids

I always love my children, but there are moments that for some reason or another seem heavy with the depth of my feelings for them.

(and today it was not just because Cambel can now feed Ada--although this did produce some warm fuzzy feelings for me).

In these moments I am full of affection for these two little lives that are forming before me. These little people, so full of potential and personality, yet barely formed--the days ahead waiting to unfold more of who they are.

And in these sweet moments, I think to myself, "this is how I want to remember them." When they are not so little, when my every day is not filled with caring for them as I do now , when they are changing and maturing, when they are off on their own, I want to have a stockpile of these memories--snapshots in my mind that capture a time when their lives were young and unknown, when I was just discovering along with them what God made them to be.

Snapshots of Cambel, his hair already streaked blond from the sun, enthusiastically pedaling on his bike in a race with me.

Cambel intent on collecting a family of worms before bathtime.

Cambel choosing to walk through the puddle instead of the dry ground because it is more fun.

Cambel throwing his arms around my neck and professing his "so so much" love for me.

Of Ada, her face pulled into a look of utmost concentration as she attempts to stand on her own.

Ada giggling in her bed as I kiss her goodnight.

Ada laughing, covered in dirt after a romp in the garden.

Ada, her hair curled up around her ears and her bright blue eyes.

Of Cambel and Ada holding hands on a bike ride.

These are the pictures I want to have in my mind where time cannot touch them.