


As I have been organizing my photos this week, I can't help but feel sad. I can't believe my sweet baby girl will be four this year. It won't be too long before she will be trading her dolls in for makeup. It feels like in a blink of an eye my baby has turned in to a sassy, smart, darling little girl. I never want to forget these times of tea parties, coloring, and snuggling in bed reading stories. These are also days filled with tantrums, timeouts, and messes to cleanup, and as a young mom I have learned that growing up often comes with growing pains. When I focus on the struggles I easily forget all of the joys that fill my day. All to often find myself wishing away these precious years. I want to learn to better enjoy my present. I know when the drama of teenagers fills our home, I will be wishing for the sweetness of toddlers.