Every year brings with it a certain newness. A plethora of firsts. I've found myself a bit melancholy as of late thinking about days gone by. I don't have babies anymore. I still call them "my littles" because, well, they are my littles; my little miracles. After having Christian and after several miscarriages I wasn't sure I would ever have another baby. I am so thankful God had other plans.
First moments of life outside the womb.
First bites of a whole apple.
First time climbing the stairs.
First time you held hands on purpose.
Your first birthday!
First time with finger paints!
First day of pre-k.
First candy apple!
First time getting down in the rare Georgia snow.
First field day.
First time climbing a tree and realizing that coming down is a lot harder than going up.
A glimpse of beauty in your carefree joy.
First time finding Gam's glasses.
First boo-boo from riding a bike without training wheels.
First time visiting a water park!
First time riding the bus.
First time taking swimming lessons.
First time seeing Disney on Ice.
...and then they were seven.
Happiest of Birthdays my sweet girls.