We just returned from seven lazy beach days courtesy of Spring Break. These types of trips are becoming more and more important to me as time slowly ticks away with some of our kids. Ally is finishing up her Freshmen year of high school, Cam will follow her next year.
My time with them feels so limited now. Last week, Ally was accept to a program that, upon completion, will provide her a full scholarship to our local University, my alma mater. Ally will become the fifth generation in our family to attend. She is going to college.
Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was fighting to get her here? How did this happen? Where did that tiny Ghanaian girl with the spindly little arms and legs go? She is woman sized now. She is going to campus this summer to start her coursework. Time is ticking away.
I have to hold on to these memories. While we did do our annual formal photo shoot on the beach, these candid photos are so precious to me. They represent the amazing family memories that I have of my teenage years. I traveled a lot with my parents. They drove me all over the country, seeing the historical sites and appreciating American landscapes.
I want my kids to have that too.
This week, they did that, and a whole lot more.
They got time with each other.
Four brothers, not by blood, but by so much more.
This guy became our best friend. He enjoyed his perch on our deck, and all the goings on.
Juliana got all her sensory needs met by cartwheeling on miles of white sand.
The kids built amazing sand creations, only to watch Gigi sit in them. They were okay with that.
Oldest and youngest, they all played together.
Funny little traditions were made too.
Joe served dinner out of the kitchen window every evening. Literally, out the window. The Alabama sunset was just too beautiful to miss. The kids dubbed that window “The Snack Shack” and what became functional, so as not to make a mess in the house, also became fun.
Barbecue chicken sandwiches, courtesy of “The Snack Shack.”
It was all eaten on the porch swing while watching the sunset.
Bowen developed a new found love of fishing.
Turns out, he’s really good at it. He was the only one to catch a fish.
There is nothing I can do to stop the passage of time, or to halt the scary events happening in the world around me. All I can do is hold onto these moments.
That is what I intend to do.
–FullPlateMom, who is barely unpacked and is already planning the next big thing.