The tradition continues. Here are my babies on their first and last days of preschool this year.
To me these might be the most notable changes so far.
Ephraim started his two year old class as a tow-headed, babbling toddler and ended it as a three year old with coarse big boy hair and a penchant for rambling run on sentences. Sarah started her four year old class as a pony tail sporting blondie with a shy smile and aspirations to be the next Rapunzel, and ended it as a bobbed five year old with a confident grin and a spring in her step.
Heaven help me.
Heaven help them.
Help them to be kind and calm (somewhat of a mantra in our home).
Help them to love one another. And themselves.
Help them to be obedient when they’re asked to do what’s right. And brave when they’re challenged by what they know is wrong.
Help them to always know that home is their safe place and that mom and dad are on their side.
But above all, Heaven help them to grow big and tall and strong in their own time. Not hurried by this world that yells NOW! NOW! NOW! at every turn. Help them to stay little. For as long as their little hearts desire.
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