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small memories

i blink and more than a month has passed.
i try to recollect all the major events, and i find that my memories are a flurry of smiles, walks, laughs, naps, strong will, snuggles, tantrums, celebrations, and words... lots of new words.

we went to new york to wish micah a happy birthday: the girls had a great time with their cousins and the inflatable pool
auntie stacy visited: the girls reconnected with their old nanny in a matter of minutes
there was a visit to the ER: caiah was wheezing and had to get a nebulizer treatment
at 19 months, the girls had their first real fever: they stayed so strong and happy
the girls had their last day of daycare until august; it perfectly ended with one last buggy ride
i had my last day of work: thank God i made it through another school-year
we joined gymboree again: the girls love that play area and gymbo the clown
rocky has become the girls' favorite playmate: the poor guy is smothered in affection and often roughed up
tunnel time with nanny stacy
we enjoyed father's day: the girls made great gifts, really.

my new nephew was born in Illinois: the girls are very excited to meet baby gideon before the summer is over. and his aunty cannot wait to hold him for the first time. what a strong name.  

we also went to dallas for a wedding and a week of time with cousins... but that trip deserves its own post.



viyah keeping her sister busy

swimsuits

father's day

caiah and rocky







viyah and rock
at micah's bday party








stacy!

cai in her hospital gown

gymboree










time does not stop and the moments multiply until they become hours and then days and soon months and years. so we try to fill our days with as much joy and appreciation as possible... teaching our children small lessons in forgiveness, sharing, and loving, as they teach us more than we could have ever learned on our own.

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