Sixteen years ago this summer I gave birth to the cutest little boy you'd ever want to see. Red hair, blue eyes, charming smile--be still, my heart. Here's a picture of him from his second birthday.
Over this long holiday weekend, he and his dad went on a trip. A college scouting trip. They toured three college campuses in Virginia, beginning the process of discerning what college might be a good match for this sweet little son of mine.
Except now he's not so little.
One of the college towns they visited had a Birkenstock store. So my college-bound boy came home with these:
Have you ever seen such enormous shoes? Perhaps it's hard to tell from the photo just how big they are. Here's another photo with a reference point:
Oh, yes. His shoes really are that big. European Size 48. I didn't know they made a Size 48.
Less than two years now and this boy of mine will be gone, just like his older brother. He'll be out walking around in his Size 48 shoes.
And I am reminded of something I heard a wise person say: The days may be long, but the years are short.