They keep growing

It is weird to think that some day our children will be grown and there will be no more looking for a missing shoe as we should be heading out the door.  No more 5 year olds getting grumpy during Sacrament Meeting because a sibling is touching her.  No more watching our girls do each others' hair.  No more stories about our 13 year old sharing a sweet testimony at Girls Camp.  No more stories about our 11 year old teaching a Sunday School Teacher.  No more 7 year olds wanting to build a paper house after church, just like he saw in Sharing Time.  No more cuddles from an almost 4 year old.  *Sigh*