Friday, December 26, 2008

"Merry Christmas, Dad."

Here's my favorite Christmas gift this year, a picture of our three kids which they had taken without our knowledge and on the fiftieth try managed to capture their perfect smiles. I love the picture, but at the same time it made me a little melancholy. Our children are looking less and less like kids and more and more like grownups. Suzanne and I know our time is growing short. Our nest will be empty before we know it. Time goes straight ahead.

Anyway, we couldn't be prouder of our three. And, I'm feeling better about those frustrating moments of parenthood, when capital punishment seemed to be the only appropriate response. I'm glad in hindsight, that I chose other options. I feel very, very blessed.

2 comments:

God's Not Finished With Us Yet... said...

It's hard to let go sometimes. It's a bittersweet emotion we face when the time happens, but know that when your own kids have their kids, you will again find your place as the grandparents even more involved than ever helping them out. Blessings. You have a very nice family! ~Sarah

Drew Hill said...

Thank you, Sarah, for your thoughtful words. Suzanne and I are looking forward to the next stage of life while still feeling the time slipping away too quickly. All we can do is make the most of each day.