loving these days

i have been loving watching my babies grow into little girls.
and sure, they are only 18 months, but the days of bottles, high chairs, teethers, crawling, and baby food seem so long ago. i miss it some days, of course. in fact i may miss it just a little every day, but i have no complaints about the excitement that each day of their development brings now.

yesterday was such an amazing time for our little family. after church and before brunch, we took a little stroll in the park. we snapped some pictures and laughed a lot. i saw my little girls point out the grass, the buggies, the sun, the trees... as they ran to each other and asked me to hold their hands one minute, while running free and independent the next.

motherhood has brought so much purpose to my life, so many more obstacles, so many more responsibilities, so many more prayers...

and so, so much more joy.

with rockstar

being such good girls at brunch

aviyah flying high with daddy

micaiah loving her solo shot

my little ladies

the best daddy in the world with the best little girls

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new list

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conversations.

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everyday writing

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butterfly. babies. love.

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