In exchange for that single moment of elation after I put the dinner dishes away and don’t have to immediately yank the lunch fixings out of the fridge to assemble school meals for the next day, comes the starknes
I am not really sure how this happened, but my baby is eight today.
My kids got to MEET FRED PENNER this weekend. I had to work so missed this special moment but Steve was there to bask in the glory.
Same spray park, same kid, same pattern on her bathing suit…just six years between the photos. I can’t even.
She made me a momma, that tiny little peanut of a girl. And now she’s almost eight. With an infectious laugh, melodramatic tendencies, tiny freckles across her nose, and wild tendrils of chestnut hair.
There was a Father-Daughter night at the church a couple weeks ago and it was an Olympics-themed event. Avelyn went as a figure skater and Steve as a hockey player.
