These three left with Chris (along with a billion baked goods and vegetable soup for fellowship meal) for church this morning and I snapped this quick picture before they left.
They are getting so big, aren't they? They seem so grown up. These girls of mine. Chan and I walked upstairs together last night and I just looked at her - in step with me - and thought, OMG. When did this happen? They're going to be ten. Ten years old. I am clearly not old enough to have a ten year old.
And then I thought about the fact that my mother probably thought the same thing when I was almost 10 and she was almost 34. We had our children at the same age. And my grandmother had my mother when she was 24. So, we're all 24 years apart. Kind of creepy, right? My Gram also had her first child when she was 20, and my Great Grandma had my Gram when she was 20. So the three of them were all 20 years apart. So when my Gram was 34, she had a 14 year old. And I'm sure that she most definitely had that thought - I cannot be old enough. Although maybe she didn't because she also had a 13, 11, 10, 5 year old and was pregnant with the 6th child. Eek. I can't even imagine.
But, I digress.
So Chris left with my very old children and I stayed home...to sit at the craft table, to finish laundry, to listen to The Head and The Heart cd a few dozen more times this weekend (every song makes me happy and it is currently my Oct/Nov soundtrack to my life), and to feel guilty for not going to church with my family.
I just can't do it. It's almost like a writer's block. I have a church block in my brain right now. I haven't been since July.
Big sigh. That could be a whole post in itself, but I don't even know where or how to begin to describe the inside of my head on this one.
So, I'll just leave it at that.
Chris and my very old children went to church on this Sunday morning.