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seasons change

i don't want to bring myself to face the fact that the summer is over.

the summer was filled with so much excitement and joy. it was an amazing escape from stress and work and missing my girls during the day. i loved getting used to having them with me all day, and here i am transitioning again to full days and full weeks of work.

i was never one to easily accept major change... but going from no children to two children just seemed so natural; and now, as the girls grow up, it seems that they learn and grow in this perfect balance of subtlety and progress.

this summer started with the girls saying small phrases, and now they are having full conversations with mommy and daddy and always each other. they are counting to ten and love singing their abc's. they met their new cousin gideon and got to ride with rocky for their roadtrip to illinois! they have favorite phrases and favorite songs. they seem to pick up lyrics after hearing them for just the first time and have become extremely interested in painting and flashcards (shapes, colors, letters, animals). they know their days of the week... and love proclaiming that daddy is an engineer and mommy is a teacher.

i have relished every day of their growing and learning, and now i realize that each of those days blends into seasons. soon these seasons will be years, and i will still be amazed at every new piece of knowledge they've acquired.

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