The kids, Kaylie and Kayden, (a.k.a, my niece & nephew) blew through my front door from Texas earlier this week. They are staying with us for the month.
It was a slight shock to my eyes when I saw them, standing nearly as tall as me, tan, and so…dare I say…grown up. As an adult, I only seem to keep the memories of the children in my life, as just that, children. As if they never grow older, even though I know, with each passing year, they are logically another year older.
I suppose one day, they will visit when they are in their twenties (my forties, yikes!) and I’m sure I’ll still expect to see an eight year old and a six year old to stroll through the door. Perception of time seems to loose itself in aging.
On other news, the three amigos are back together…