We celebrated Father’s day with my husband, Steve, this past weekend.
After a fun day at Gabe’s Challenger Little League Jamboree, my son, Zane, and his wife, Kelsey, came over to our house for dinner. We enjoyed hanging out on the back deck while Steve tended to the grill.
Gabe’s friend Danielle was able to join us too. She’s home from college and about to head off to Korea to teach English.
There is nothing like the sound of your children’s laughter as they remember stories of their youth.
I come from a family of great story tellers. Each person’s version is unique and it makes for a fun time.
As the weekend wound to a close, I spent the evening combing through old pictures on my computer.
I was reminded how quickly time passes. I realized this was Steve’s twenty-sixth father’s day.
Really? Where has the time gone?
It wasn’t that long ago that Zane painted a big rock in his elementary school class to give to Steve as a Father’s day gift.
It seemed like he became a man in the blink of an eye.
Now Zane is about to become a father himself.
Some days I get frightened that the days are going by too quickly. If not for my journal where I record the memories, I’d forget all that God has done in these days.
But this I know.
The One who made time, has counted every moment as precious.
He has ordained every day before one of them came to be.
He sees me and all my concerns about missing that moment in time and He says, Gigi, focus your eyes on me and I will help you through the times and seasons I’ve ordained for you.
I don’t want to forget.
So I write it down.
I hope you write it down too.
God Bless your sweet memories.