The Last Time

I've been thinking about "the last time" a lot lately.  I'm not really sure why, I'm guessing it has something to do with my kids getting older. But I've been thinking about all "the last times" we are about to have...or maybe already have had and don't even know it.  One day they will take a bath together for the last time, or take a bath at all for the last time.  One day I will hold them on my hip for the last time.  One day they will call me Mommy for the last time.  One day they will tell me no for the last time (okay maybe that one is wishful thinking).  You get the point though.  There are a lot of "last times" and a lot of them will sneak by me and I won't even know it.  I'm not sure if that is a good thing or not. Do I want to know when I'm holding them for the last time?  Probably not, I'd probably never let go.  But I have decided I should take more everyday pictures so I can always look back and remember the little things, the everyday things, the things that make all the crazy seem worth it.  And I can also pretend like these moments will last forever.