The girls had their party at a cute, little art house near my house. They painted and made crafts. I keep hoping that we will be able to have a party for them at our own house one day. They don't seem to mind the space issues that I struggle with.
I have heard so many times that kids grow up fast and that I should embrace each moment. I never thought it would be this fast. I can remember my own mother making me promise that I would never get any older and stay her little girl. I have started saying that to my own kids. I am trying to enjoy my time with them and to remember how blessed I am to be able to stay home. I am reminded of that Abba song "Slipping through my fingers." (It's a bit cheesy but sweet should you wish to look it up)
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