Ahhh . . .aren't they cute?!

In between football games, birthday parties, work, fixing dinner and doing laundry, I have come to the stark realization that my children are growing up. This is James' date for Homecoming, but unlike other dates, this time, he is 'going out' with Kim. She's a cute girl, and Celeste loves her to death (they're both on cheer) but I have a hard time realizing that my little chubby cheeked James is that old now. If you call 18 'old'. If you know anything about James at all, you know that he doesn't like to be touched. Never has. Even when he was a toddler and would fall and scrape his knee, I would scoop him into my arms to comfort him, and he would insist on sitting on my lap, completely untouched. He has always squirmed in opposition to a back rub, or a friendly pat on the leg. So you can imagine my complete and utter astonishment when I looked over in church and saw Kim rubbing his back and playing with his hand. I knew it would happen someday . . . but 'someday' was supposed to be miles away. I'm still trying to get used to it all. And yet, the little voice in my head is telling me that he is a senior, and next year he will be on his mission. It's just that I would like someone to tell me where the past 18 years has gone. And if life ever slows down?!