How did this happen, that you are already days away from being O N E, my littlest one? Â I love these ordinary days with you. Â 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. Â 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. Â Giggles and laughter and momma rocking quiet with camera in hand, freezing ordinary glory into little squares.
everything He gives 