08/23/2026
I knew they would grow up. I just don’t think I understood what that actually meant.
Back then, life felt like one long carpool. Someone was always hungry. Someone was fighting. The house was loud, the schedule was ridiculous, and I remember wishing sometimes for just a little peace and quiet.
And now it’s quiet.
One of these boys just started college at App State. Another left this weekend for four months in Korea.
And suddenly I’m looking at my youngest differently, because I know something now that I didn’t know when I took this video:
You don’t realize you’re living a chapter for the last time while you’re still in it.
Someday there’s a last carpool. A last fight in the backseat. A last pile of wet towels. A last ordinary afternoon when all of your kids still live at home.
And nobody tells you which one it is.
So yes… I’d take the noise back.
The fighting. The mess. All of it.
I’d give anything for one more completely ordinary day with my three little boys. 🤍