05/28/2026
On our way home from baseball tonight, my twins asked if we could stop at the park. 💛
The thing is… my almost 12-year-olds don’t really ask to go to the park much anymore. Life is busy now. Sports, practices, games, growing up.
But tonight they asked to stop at the park… and when I got asked to push the swings for the first time in a long time, I soaked in every second of it.
Because the older they get, the more I realize there will eventually be a “last time” for all of these little moments.
The last time they ask for a push.The last park stop on the way home.The last time they still feel little.
Sometimes I wish I could step back into those younger years for just a minute and slow down a little more. Push them on the swings for hours like they used to want.
So now, when I get the chance… I sure as hell take it.