Hands full, hearts fuller y’all!!
Happy National Daughter Day to these little lovelies who made me a mama! I honestly didn’t even know this was a thing until I started seeing everyone’s posts today on social media! So I couldn’t help myself and share this mama bird session I had with them back in the spring!
My oldest came after such heartache and is my rainbow baby. She is independent and confident and so creative and imaginative. When I look at her, I see me when I was her age. ( and so does my mom ) She is literally my mini-me.
The middle one I had to fight for since the hubs only wanted 1 kiddo and I disagreed. She has such a tender heart and is so compassionate and just wants to be everyone’s best friend. She is the one that will literally give you the shirt off her back!
And this last one was a complete and total surprise as we thought we were ‘done’. She has for real been that little firecracker keeping us on our toes! SO confident and stubborn and usually the one that just about sends me over the edge, but gives the sweetest little hugs and kisses and I melt all into a puddle again.
All 3 girls living in the same house and yet all have completely opposite personalities. Each one so special and delicately designed to fit right into our family, exactly the way God made them. I never had a sister growing up, so I never in a million years thought I would have a girl, let alone 3 of them!
But here I am, filled with more love and happiness, and also gymnastics and painting little fingernails and princess dresses and braiding hair (and also clothes coming out my ears) and so much joy than I ever would’ve imagined. And I wouldn’t change a thing.
I know this season of snuggles and giggles will change eventually and only get harder as they grow into their teenage years. And they always say that the days are long, but the years are short during the season of little kids. As we are approaching my oldests’ 8th birthday next week, (like what is happening !!) this couldn’t be more true! In all the frustration that comes with the ages, I know that all the good times and the giggles and sweet snuggles and the putting their hands on your face, and the “I lub you two minutes” and the ” I’m gonna miss this” (<- so.dang.much.) all make up for it. Oh how I so wish time would take its time. I hope though, that they look back always, through the good and the bad, and say my mom is my best friend
” A daughter is God’s way of saying, “thought you could use a life-long friend”