Where did the time go?

I don't blog often anymore.  I typically wait for the nudging thoughts to keep coming to my brain, and then I write them down.  I have a few lost in the abyss and never posted, but that's ok too. 
Lately my brain keeps going too, "where did the time go?"  19 years ago, I was working full time, loving life and watching my belly grow.  Steve and I were BEYOND excited to become parents.  I marveled and was in awe as to how this tiny thing was actually growing.  I had 4 teenage boys that hung out at my house most evenings and they kept us laughing.  I knew then, I loved teenagers.  Their carefree, crazy attitudes just made me laugh. 
I think I've "Loved" every stage, (not true there are a few I don't want to do again).  But I told the girls this week, I would freeze them right now.  They are all in school, all living under my roof (which gets quite messy, but we manage), they are pretty independent, however they always come back.  I love to watch the thought process of them.  When they were infants everything was a first, food, walking, talking etc.  But this is so much more fun.  Their first job, cars, cars breaking down, relationships with friends, vacations, careers, colleges, life goals and experiences.  You get to see their thought processes, and sometimes there seems to be no thought at all :)  You get to see where their heart is at. 
So as we plan out the next few months for Leah's Senior year, I keep thinking.  Please freeze!  Please stop, I'm not ready!  I like the talks I get to have with her.  I like listening to her, I like saying "well thought out,"  or "what were you thinking?"  I like saying, "Good night, I love you," no matter what time she comes home at night, (confession: sometimes I text it to her if I get to tired to stay awake.)

I'm so excited for her and all her plans for the next year.  I LOVE her passion and drive in life.  I love when she calls or text me for random questions.  I guess all in all, there isn't a whole lot of point to this post.  Just a mom, that's not ready.  I will be ready!  I refuse to stand in my kids way of
soaring.  We raise them to be independent and to follow God's calling.  But don't be surprised when I'm standing there crying.  It's just my way of processing :)  I'll be ok. 
Good thing we had 5 children.  Not gonna lie, I'll be a hot mess every time they graduate and I'm ok with that.