Our daughter is walking. WALKING! She'll turn 11 months old next week, and she is toddling, one step in front of the other, across the living room and into our arms.
Our oldest son is in kindergarten. And he is ROCKING it. Today he grew tired of us inquiring about his friends' names and said, "I remember their names when I'm at school, okay? I know their names at school!" Well... okay, then.
Our 3-year-old, that child infamous for plugging a toilet with a Spider Man mask and who --I was quite certain-- would be the one to turn my hair gray before I blew out 30 candles, is maturing. He's been proudly wearing the role of biggest brother at home during the day, and been ever so helpful to his mama.
And our 2-year-old, our party-man, has flown through potty-training so seamlessly that I'm almost embarrassed to share, it required so little on my part.
The days march on and they are blossoming before my eyes. It's nothing new under the sun, but it catches in my throat near the pendants imprinted with their initials. The tale of mother-love retells itself over and over, but the saga of my life will forever catch me by surprise with its immensity. The stories of my children intertwined with and sprung from my husband's and mine: It is my spectacular blessing.
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