This boy is growing so fast these days that it’s almost hard to recognize him. It hurts a little bit, if I’m really honest. I’m not ready for adult teeth, deep conversations, expanding freedoms, big boy jokes, and having to work harder to get hugs.
Sometimes it hurts to look at Junie too. She is just so dear. Curly eyelashes, curly hair, the curves of her soft little arms, the girly way she gestures with her hands, and the one little dimple that only appears when she really smiles. It’s not hard to believe that God is the ultimate artist.