Beautiful Girls

It seems like I spend a lot of time lamenting how big my girls are getting. And it's true, I do. It just feels like each day flies by more quickly than the last one. I can almost feel myself trying to hold onto them.

It isn't that I don't want them to grow because I have enjoyed every stage of their sweet lives. I loved kissing their newborn heads, propping their chubby six month old selves on my hip, holding a one year hand as they learned to walk, delighted in those first words that quickly gave way to sentences, watched proudly as they rode a bike for the first time, hid my tears as they went to school and each year get a little big bigger. It's just that....I don't ever want them to leave.

Funny because when I was a teenager I was in such a hurry to grow up and go. I think back now on how hard it must have been for my mom, a single parent, to leave me at college knowing that she was going home to an empty house, to say goodbye to me as I headed off to my first job in Florida as a nurse. I didn't know because I wasn't a mom and I didn't know how hard it is to watch them get big, to watch them grow, to watch them not need you as much as they used to.

So I will be grateful for the time that I have. The time to snuggle with them, to love on them and to tell them how much I love being their Mama. They are my beautiful girls.

Maddie and Abby, Black and White Girl Scout Dance

Abby

Maddie

The girls and their Daddy before the dance