
There are many images in my mind that I know won't remain. Maybe one day I will read this and remember:
Mary Catherine spinning around with a giant sparkler. Joyous, beautiful, on the cusp of womanhood.
Three boys running races outside the window, laughing together.
John Henry and Thalia playing a tough game of chess together.
John snuggled with his sons pouring over a Naval aircraft book.
Blaise seeing his siblings faces and cracking into a wide smile.
Thaddeus making the weird dinosaur noise, and Blaise belly laughing.
The 4 younger children having a conversation about how much they love Mary Catherine when she calls them "baby" and "honey".
Baby in my arms. Baby mouth on my face. Baby fingers in my hair.
I wish I could hold onto these moments, and keep them safe from time. Like that song that they did on the muppets "If I could save Time in a Bottle" As I recall there were some explosions in the Muppet versions, but with 4 sons, that's appropriate too.

