But then she has her moments when my baby girl is still there. Normally when she’s tired and can’t get her words out clearly, and the scribble talk comes back, and her legs can’t keep going and she just wants to be carried.
This photo of her resting her head on her Daddy’s shoulder is a real mix of the two for me. A tired toddler, just wanting to be held, but who, moments later, was back in the thick of it, wanting to run with her brother.
My little/big girl.
“You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth”