Moment of pause

Something about tiny hand prints on my kitchen table makes me pause. Not because I remember the words of a friend who warned me I would get quickly irritated at how much more evident EVERYTHING is on a glass table vs wood. But a happy pause that reminds me how our home is lived in by 2 little children. These are stamps of life, and they are just so sweet!

I'm so glad I inked both of my babies' hands when they were a week or two old. I love looking back at the smallness of them. And now I get to see (on my table!!) how they are growing and changing.

By the way, it seems that in the last two weeks Colin has entered into a more rational, less chaotic, and less defiant state. (See last post) :)

Yay for growth and change and tiny little hands :)