Doesn't she look peaceful?
My sweet, beautiful girl.
This is the same child who, lately, has made me question my unending adoration of little girls.
I want to know why no one warned me that "teenager" started WAY before 13.
Like, years before.
And I will love her through it all.
Even if I don't like her some days.
We will be friends again when she's 24.
Until then, we will muddle our way through as she transforms, slowly, into a beautiful and confident woman.
I love him.
I don't get many good shots of this cute boy.
He wiggles a lot.
And he really likes to chew gum.
That little one on the right?
He was not in a mood for having his picture taken.
So there aren't any.
Except this lovely group shot.
There are only about 10 of these on my computer.
And this was the best one.
Little, drive-you-crazy, and somehow, still-adore-them, loves.
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