butterfly. babies. love.

The winter did not bring the snow that we had hoped for. Clad in snowsuits and pink snow boots, the girls marched around our yard with barely an inch to examine, touch, hold, and throw. But we made the best of it, really. Spring is almost here. The sun is setting later and rising earlier, and the girls have noticed the change. I have noticed a million changes in them . They are more strong-willed than ever, changing the tone of their voice with pure purpose.  They appreciate their differences, though often crying for the same thing.  They are beginning to truly understand how powerful language and words are, how they can encourage and bring humor, how they can convey feelings of disappointment and hurt. They are constantly asking how things work and what someone is doing and why they are doing that thing at that very moment. They are finding parallels and drawing comparisons, intrigued by the differences in routine activities from day-to-day.  They are rational and can argue