I know they will, of course. And oftentimes I find myself thinking that I wish they would grow up because "Won't it be fun to do (insert fun traveling type adventure here) when the kids are much older?" When my house is filled with the chaotic activity that a 17 year old, 16 year old and 13 year old enjoy, I am pretty sure I will think, "Remember when they were 4, 3, and 10 months? What I wouldn't give to have that back..." The truth is, we are never completely happy with the stage we are in and I want to remedy that. Enjoy the headless Polly Pocket dolls that pretty much occupy every inch of space in our house. Don't spend all my time worrying about little Mac's teething woes. He will get over this. He'll have a healthy, non-painful mouthful of teeth one day. That is pretty much a guarantee.
"Remember Charlotte and Evelyn, how you used to love to hear stories about the imaginary Lucy Belle who jumped so high on her bed that she was propelled into the sky and spent her evenings exploring the earth?" The teenage Charlotte and Evelyn will roll their eyes. But I know they will be remembering her and smile. Maybe only on the inside.