My little girls are growing up, beginning to have opinions on their hair, clothing, etc. Where oh where has the time gone?
My little man is looking more and more like his daddy as he ages, it warms my heart. He often says, "everybody says that," when he hears the words but he's whispered to me that he likes hearing them.
He likes looking like his daddy.
I smile at their quirkiness: The girls riding bicycles with purses and my boy, in bare feet.
I'm learning to treasure these little things. These everyday moments, they are sacred.