Toes

These toes used to barely touch my arm when I was rocking her. Now they dangle over the edge of the chair. Where does time go?

A nighttime ritual

Some may say she's too old. Some may say I'm too indulgent. All I know, is it's her favorite spot and I love it. Cuddled up into a fetal position, she takes a deep breath and every muscle in her body loosens. Her eyes gaze upon me, glassy and peaceful. Her little fist secures itself on my shirt. Her tiny toes brush gently against my arm as she stretches them to the sky. It won't last much longer, but every last second, I will drink up greedily and gratefully. Rocking my precious baby to sleep I whisper... "You are beautiful. You are smart. You are so very very loved."

Happy 4th of July!

Last year, we had an infant in a stroller.
This year, that same infant was Huntington Wood's cutest baby in the parade.




Last year, Lily was just learning her way around the pool.
This year, she's an old pro.







Last year, Lily tentatively watched the fireworks atop her Daddy's shoulders.
This year, she raised her arms (as if singing in a hallelujah chorus) and jumped in absolute glee next to her friends.







Last year, we were visitors in this town.
This year, it's our home.