We celebrated with a brunch at The Waffle House. Big brother, who is now an altar server, is off with his Pinewood Derby. Tonight, the girls have the annual Father/Daughter Dance and I get the traditional Mother/Son date.
Time flows steady and strong and these babies of mine are being carried away from their childhood. I try so hard to preserve it, even if momentarily, against the ever-moving current.
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Welcome back to the land of the blogging, at least for now. It's nice to cross paths with you again. Our (recently expanded) family hopes you are well.
Lovely post, and, of course, one small way to preserve these moments in amber.
Change is the only constant. My regret: I'll never be the father of two small girls again. That's the way it's supposed to be. Doesn't mean I'm happy about it.
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