My babies are turning into little ladies. So grown-up I can barely stand it. Emma’s reasoning skills could put her straight through law school (and me in the nut hut) and Kendall is working on whole sentences and the fine art of refusal.
Exhausting, yes, but somehow a total joy at the same time. Their hugs are real. The words are straight from the heart. And the giggles we share in our daily dance parties, car-ride sing-a-longs, and hourly Target trips (kidding…sort of) keep my heart young and alive.
They actually play together now. Sure, sometimes that means Kendall jacking Emma in the head with a teapot as Emma tries to snatch her princess crown, but I also catch moments — real moments — of sharing and caring and love. Moments I haven’t orchestrated but that come from a love they have for each other. And nothing makes my heart sing more.
This is all so trite, I know, but I can’t help it. Look at them!!! Aren’t pigtails supposed to make them look younger?!?
