Just Fishin'

I’m lost in her there holdin’ that pink rod and reel
She’s doin’ almost everything but sittin’ still
Talkin’ ‘bout her ballet shoes and training wheels
And her kittens
And she thinks we’re just fishin’
-- Trace Adkins

I scrapbook. I gave each of my girls a scrapbook when they graduated from high school. And another one this past Christmas when I re-did their baby books into a scrapbook. And then finally after all these years I did our wedding pictures and gave that one to my husband. And then decided it was time to do one for me. So I sorted through all the pictures I had of my girls and started choosing ones for a baby book for me--of pictures of my "babies" over the past 25 years. Of pictures that I absolutely love, or ones that brought back special memories, or told a story. And feeling really sentimental as I sort through them all.

I say, “Daddy loves you, baby” one more time
She says, “I know. I think I got a bite.”
And all this laughin’, cryin, smilin’ dyin’ here inside’s
What I call, livin’

My girls have truly moved on with lives of their own. And I miss them so much in the day to day. My hours are long, and I love my job. But in my quieter moments, I want to talk to my girls and hear what they're up to. I want to cuddle with them, I want to do spur of the moment silly things with them. And they're busy leading lives of their own, and I'm wistful, wishing for those moments again, even for a little bit.

She’s already pretty, like her mama is
Gonna drive the boys all crazy
Give her daddy fits
And I better do this every chance I get
‘Cause time is tickin’
(Yeah it is)

I cried when I heard this song on the radio the first time. I love my girls so deeply. And I'm glad for all the time we spent with them, and for the time they do spend with us now. This scrapbook matters.