January 10

We headed off to Costco this evening after dropping the boys at Youth Group. After we finished our shopping in the mercifully minimally-peopled store, we settled down at a table in the food court with our hot dog (him) and chicken bake (me) and sodas had an identical simultaneous thought: it'd been quite a while since we'd had a meal at one of those white plastic tables.

We used to go once a week or so back when the big kids were littles; back when carefree Abby and Logan skipped and giggled through the aisles while little Isaac wistfully watched from the cart's baby seat. Back before Brady even was.

That was then, nearly 15 years ago, and this is now, of course, but the memories are still fresh and sweet in my mind.

And it was super sweet sitting there with my hunny remembering those days that passed so quickly but still mean so much.