I remember saying, quite often, how I couldn't wait for my children to grow up. How, I couldn't wait to see what they would look like when they were older, when they were teenagers, when they were adults.
Well - here we are. They are adults - 22, 20, 18.
Sometimes, they still look like the babies they were. I see a glimpse of their younger selves in their eyes, or their mouths, when they smile. But, I have to be quick, because those moments are fleeting.
I love who they have become. I love talking to them, or just listening to them talk to me. I love that they have lives of their own. There is nothing better than watching your children form likes, and dislikes. Interests, and realtionships. I feel so incredibly fortunate to call these three mine.