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Spring - Coming Soon


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 with logic; they are so creative and witty -- singing original songs inspired by the day's events or what is being said or what was promised to them weeks ago. They have an amazing memory and love to make us proud.

They understand the seasons and love anything to do with church, singing,and praying. They are always seeking knowledge and new things to learn, repeating so that they remember, and then quizzing each other later. They like to claim things as "my favorite" and then asking Rocky if it is his favorite too.  They love to paint and create, and do anything artistic.  They like to show me what matches as we choose their outfits, and they carefully choose whether they will be sporting a ponytail or a hairclip.

 
They are constantly taking care of their baby dolls or their stuffed animals -- feeding, putting to bed, taking them to the hospital.  They understand what it means to be healthy and what it means to be sick.  They comprehend that there are different days of the week; they name the day and then talk about the events associated with each one.

They have become the very best of friends. They can talk for an hour just to each other; they will make each other laugh with the various inside jokes they have and the silliness they are willing to display to make one another giggle. They hold hands and hug, they protect one another and defend one another, telling each other that she is beautiful and pretty and special.

They love with so much devotion and sincerity that it sometimes takes my breath away.
I cannot wait for what this season will hold for the girls... and for us... as we hold them.

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