How did this happen, that you are already days away from being O N E, my littlest one? I love these ordinary days with you. Ordinary, and yet when I look closer, when I quiet my complaining and squint past the piles of mess and the squabbling, days that are heavy with glory. These days are full and exhausting, but I think they will always be my favorite.
Older sister clambers over crib rails into bed with the younger. Giggles and laughter and momma rocking quiet with camera in hand, freezing ordinary glory into little squares.