I'm not quite sure what happened to the 11 month old baby I once held or the two 2 year old toddler I once chased. I loved them dearly. They grabbed a piece of my heart I may never, ever get back (and quite frankly, I hope I don't get it back since I gave it to them forever.) But, here in front me now, stand these two beautiful, striking young ladies that I love in a vastly different way. In a way that says "you're not just cute, you're not just cuddly, you're mine. You're mine forever. In every way you grow, in every way you change, in every season of life, in all you do, you're my child and I love you."
