My Girls

I never wanted girls. I always wanted boy children growing up. I always imagined raising a big group of boys. I am so blessed God knew better. My girls. My beautiful souls. My kind-hearted, funny, intelligent, silly, messy-haired girls. Sometimes I am in awe of who you two are becoming. Such girls. Powerful, feisty, know-what-you-want-don't-care-what-others-think, girls. Now if we can only keep up these traits through middle school. After working with middle and high school students for the past 10 years, I have to say hands down, girls are way better. More spirited, driven, fun-loving and as a group just lovely and they can rock some serious gorgeous dresses and awesome shoes (a bonus). Not that I wouldn't love a boy. God knows how much we adore Teddy. But sometimes on those short commutes home, like today, I don't listen to the radio and just absorb the silence in the world around me. I continually find myself  in awe of how perfect you two are for our family. How you just fit. How you always have just been. Your father says this does not surprise him. As if he has known from the time he first laid eyes on me that you two were the endgame. I don't have that vision. I don't have that faith. I just have eternal gratitude that you two are here. 

That thing on Lucy's head didn't make it  through the car ride to wherever we were going. 

Learning to put on sunglasses! Something's off.

Swing it around. 

Almost.

There it is. Peace out or some type of toddler gang sign

Being silly / not safe standing on chairs at dinner. 

She's a sly devil. Never look directly at her dimples. 

 Did I fool you with that last picture? I tried to fool you today, Nora. I showed you the last picture of the kid in the orange sunglasses. You immediately, with absolutely no hesitation, exclaimed: "That's me when I was two before Lucy was born." How did you know that? This was literally taken a few weeks before Lucy made her appearance. The awe is pretty much always there.