Last Friday, Grace, Whit, and I walked home from school in the snow. We stopped at our local playground and they spent an hour running, jumping, building snowmen, and laughing. I laughed with and at them, my fingers got numb, and I kept flashing back to the many, many hours we’ve spent at this park over the almost 12 years we’ve lived here.
Like this hour, in May 2003, when Grace was 7 months old. In the same swings she’s standing on above. 
And this hour, in June 2006, when 16 month old Whit couldn’t stop hurling himself down the green plastic slide. It was covered in snow last week, but he still went down it over and over again.
Then, now, sunshine, snow: it all blends together into a beautiful swirl of memory and longing and color and life.
Love!! Can you believe their little bodies used to fit in those baby swings?!
Oh my word. Sometimes I look at the little outfits they wore home from the hospital..and it seems nearly impossible that their bodies were truly that small.
I KNOW I feel the same about our park in just as many years. We spend so much time there; it feels like a character in my life.
How is it possible that 2003 was 10 whole years ago? Time just confounds me.
Such sweet photos of your babies, both then and now. I’m in awe because I could never (ever) get my Grace to leave a hat on her head. 🙂
The rate at which children grow never ceases to amaze me. And now, with all the different ways you can capture the moments of their lives, it’s somehow even more amazing. It’s kind of like technology strengthens our memories … you can look at a photo from years past and know that you’re not crazy, thinking they really DID fit into that baby swing, LOL! Cheers to you and your beautiful, growing babies, Lindsey =)
So neat that you can mark their ages at the same spot, all these years later. xox
Ack. They are SO cute!!!!
Takes my breath away to see these pictures