you hear it.
"they just grow up too fast."
i have heard these words so many times over and over. as a child, as a friend, and now as a mother.
the problem is . . i hate this thing called growth.
i don't have a good memory, a rasmussen gene if i am not mistaken.
most of my memories are a distant video clip that can barely play in my head.
it seems that most memories i can remember are not ones i would prefer to hold on to.
so today i am sad.
upset.
cash b is growing. getting big. . . and i am scared i have already forgotten some of the moments.
please help me . . . to remember the moments in between, the glances, the soft touches, the giggles, the milestones, the life of my children and the love affair i share with them.
cash b, te quiero a la luna y de vuelt
