Over the last 2 weeks, I’ve been viewing old family video tapes in an attempt to organize them and reproduce them on DVDs and other digital media. One tape in particular contained images of each of my children as babies. It had all of their first steps, birthday cakes, Christmas dresses, Halloween costumes, and so much more. Some went back so far that I honestly can’t remember that moment. Time passes so quickly. What a blessing to be able to take a trip into the past. I’ve posted this poem before, but, here it is again:
Why is it that those golden days of babyhood
So quickly waste away with daily household cares?
And one day soon we wake to find our little ones
Have stopped their testing antics and left us unaware
That we could ever wish for handprints on the glass,
Evidence of that playful mischief, now in our past.
I like this short clip from LDS.org:
http://www.lds.org/media-library/video/2011-06-012-moments-that-matter-most?lang=eng
One of my favorite poems ever. So nice to have artists and poets for parents.