As A reaches 2 weeks of age, I find myself reflecting on my eldest daughter's maturity. At the hospital after spending the night caring for A, S was heavy to pick up and strong to wrestle. Now I look at her and see a small child with a precocious opinion about what and how to do everything. She wants to wear panties. She wants to make cupcakes. She wants to hold A. And she doesn't want help.My first born is no longer my little baby.
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That is a sweet post. Great picture of dad and his princesses. You have a beautiful family.
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