Mallory turned 8. We went to Jump-on-it, ate spaghetti and breadsticks, opened presents, and filled our tummies with cake.
She is such a great person. I feel blessed to be her Mom. She's responsible, happy, kind, fun, cuddly, creative, and helpful.So for the next 6 weeks the ages of my kids are 0, 2, 4, 6, 8, and 10. Why don't I feel like a mother of 6? Or at least what I thought a mother of 6 would feel like? Maybe older, more mature, or content with who I am? Or is this what people meant when they would say, "I still feel like I'm 18." I never really believed them. But I do now.
Brigham is 10. Over the last 10 years we have had 6 children, 3 homes, and several jobs. It has gone by so quickly. I want to freeze time and keep my children where they are. The next 10 years will bring a missionary, 2 high school graduations, 4 teenagers, and Cannon will be the age Brigham is now. Unbelievable. I'm with my children 24/7. When it hits me how fast time is going, it doesn't seem like I'm with them enough.
