Far too often, because of other commitments our visits with Great Walsh feel cut short. But yesterday we had all morning, nowhere else to be. She lives in the same house that I visited as a little girl. Shortly after we arrived, there it was again, Nostalgia. My little man playing on her living room floor, discovering fun hiding spaces, and after lunch curling up on the couch to watch his favorite show. All things I did when I visited at a young age. I love that my little man gets to experience the excitement of visiting Great Walsh. She's one of a kind, little and petite at 4'8", so sweet, makes the best baked goods, and genuinely cares about her family (every single one of us, there's a lot!).
With our bellies and hearts full we left and headed to visit dear friends who just welcomed their sweet little boy into the world. As we visited and marveled over the miracle of a newborn I was met with nostalgia yet again. It was words exchanged with the new mom about the incredible experience of becoming a parent, something that is almost impossible to put into words. As she shared I could relate in so many ways and was taken back to the day we welcomed our little man into the world. Nostalgic because their sweet boy was swaddled in the same type of blanket and hat as our little man in those first few days we spent at the hospital. Such a precious time.
Life and it's many distractions sometimes overshadow sweet moments like these and I don't slow down enough to capture and enjoy them. Yesterday, nostalgia moved me to embrace these precious moments. Sweet and heartwarming. Slow down and enjoy the small things; you just might find something nostalgic around the corner.