I was laying on my lawn chair with a book in hand while he splashed in the kiddie pool.  Suddenly my legs were covered in drops of cold pool water and my book was slightly damp.

He was making a wave pool.

Running in circles faster and faster. Each time around the pool he was giggling a little harder and I was covered in a little more water.

I was trying to read my book and the sun was in my eyes. There was a bug crawling a little to close to my glass of water and I couldn’t get my clothes wet because I had to coach t-ball in a couple of hours.

Suddenly, I am telling him to stop running. Quit splashing. I DON’T WANT TO GET WET.

And then I looked up and he was sitting there in the pool with the biggest smile on his face as the waves moved around him slowly.

Suddenly it hit me.

This isn’t going to be forever.

He won’t always be this small. Making waves in his inflatable pool wont always be the highlight of his day.

I will be sitting outside wondering where the squealing child went and why my book is so dry.

And I smiled back at him and told him to keep going.

Make the waves.

I don’t know why it takes these moments to remind me of how fast childhood passes.