It's true what they say, the days are long, the years are short.
Nearly a month has gone by since my last blog entry and I find myself in the same predicament I always seem to be in: what do I write about?
On one hand, it seems like nothing has changed, nothing has happened.
On the other, each day is so full of the delightful little things that make one special moment overlap with the next until you look back and realize one week has flown by.
Like Anna mimicking our stinters' slang, "tasty taste, Mommy, hashtag super delicious!"
Like Peter waving "hi" and exploding into giggles when we wave "hi" back.
Like Anna doing a little dance which makes us think, "well at least I now know what I look like when I dance."
We're so thankful for the little things. Day to day, week to week, month to month, our lives are just packed with everything and nothing, all at the same time.