Oopsie!

So uh, I was cleaning out the garage last week and found this old box of photos from when my kids were little. As I flipped through them, one picture caught my eye - it showed me holding a baby-sized version of my oldest child who looks so innocent in his tiny clothes. And then something crazy happened: I got this sudden urge to go into my son's room and check if he still has that cute stuffed animal from when he was three years old. But the thing is, I know he’s now 17 and way too cool for a childhood toy - so instead of going in there, I ended up raiding his snack drawer without asking him first and eating all his chips. Now I’m just sitting here thinking about how weird it feels to crave those little moments again while also dealing with the fact that he's growing up faster than I expected.