caught skipping

On Luke's birthday (last December), I gave him the nickname "Skipper" (warning: don't ever call him that.) He skips when he's happy. It's an instant judge of his mood. And lets just say that, well, he can be moody.

If it's a good mood, then all is right with the world.

Sometime this summer I noticed that Luke stopped skipping. I think he just outgrew it. I was so sad. I even (shamelessly) asked if he would skip for me. I was hoping I could catch a photo of him skipping so I could remember forever... he said, "no."

Image how delighted I was, when last week (while on our family vacation), Luke started to skip. And I was ready with camera!

It's such a small thing, but I really want to remember it forever. My heart soars when I see that he's happy enough to skip.

There are so many little things that I want to remember with my kids that slip through my fingers like sand on a beach. I want to keep them all, but I will settle for remembering a handful of favorites. Time is going fast. Some days I want to stop time and drink it all in, and maybe even back up a little.

Last week we went camping in Big Sur. This week I will revisit our trip here on my blog. Maybe I can make it last in my mind just a little longer. And maybe I'll walk away with another handful of favorites.