The day after the girls’ birthday, life began to return to normal. I was no longer evaluating each and every emotion, trying to gauge my feelings…
...and it’s exactly that nonchalance that allows things to sneak up on you.
I was looking for a particular picture, and I ran across one of my very favorites from those first few days after the girls came home from the hospital.
It’s incredible how tiny Baby A was, and I love how sweetly she was tucked into her daddy’s lap, safe and sound.
That picture didn’t elicit any tearful emotions, just a sweet sigh from Mommy.
Then, later that day, seemingly unrelated, the girls did some “artwork,” as they call it. I happened to think to hang it on the refrigerator. Why I haven’t hung their artwork on the refrigerator to date, I don’t know, but then it hit me…
…how were my babies so tiny just a short time ago, and are now big enough to have ARTWORK hanging on my ‘fridge???
Artwork is for Big Kids. How did My Babies get to be Big Kids so quickly???
And I may have just shed a little tear.