Oh, time. Knock it off.
Because, honestly. When did this…
If you’re new here, I’ll give you a little backstory on why my big kids are dressed in big jackets.
When Sage was about to turn 1, a dear friend suggested a tradition to me that she was just beginning with her own toddler. An annual birthday ritual of dressing your child in an adult-sized piece of clothing, until–eventually–it fits. It is a way to watch the unseeable, their growing into themselves and adulthood, frame by frame.
I knew I was in before she even finished explaining it to me.
And so it’s been our fall tradition for the past seventeen years. First with just Sage, then four years later with Sage and Lupine. Jacket pictures and marking time.
Seventeen years! I’m not sure how that’s possible, yet here we are.
With a 17 and nearly 13 year old. Poof. Just like that. What an honor to watch them grow.
I will stand by the statements I have made in the past that watching my children grow, and walking this path beside them, has been one of my life’s finest gifts.
Thank you, Sage and Lupine, for choosing me to join you here.