As my family is approaching birthday season and we are coming up on 9, 11, and 13 this summer in July, August, and September, I’ve been walking around my house(what else is there to do) and thinking-I miss my babies. I miss when we bought this little house and they were all so small and shared a room. I miss when they adored each other. I miss snuggly babies. I miss pushing littles in the stroller and taking them to the park. It is so strange how I can look at their faces and still see the baby in them looking back at me. I know in a few years when they are even more grown, I will probably look back on these days and miss this too.

Be well.