This Phase of Life

There's something about this phase of life that's got me holding on with both hands and never ever letting go. As much as I miss the crayon art on the walls, the rocks in my dryer, the snuggles on my lap, the owie kisses to help them feel better, or the glow-stick dance parties...THIS...it's this that has me frozen in time. I love this phase of life with my whole heart.

I love the teenage night-time tuck-ins that lasts for 30-60 minutes because they want to tell me all their thoughts and how their day went. I love the talks about their crushes, their worries, their goals, their faith, their fears. I'm watching them grow into adults and get to see them manage the curveballs thrown in their path. I love the friends that stop by during every lunch hour, or the late night dates, or the high school ball games. I'll be an empty nester in 3.5 years, and I'm not letting go anytime soon.

This duo has been best friends at every age and I couldn't be more grateful for that. I know how rare that it. They trust each other, they confide in one another and they help each other be the best versions of themselves. They laugh more when they're together than with anyone else. They torture each other just enough to get a good laugh, but they have each other's backs for the long run.

I saw this picture of them when they were little and realized it's almost the exact same pose as the one I just took of them. Oh my heart.