Parents say it all the time, but they are growing too fast. Their little bodies are lean and strong. Their minds are independent and clever. And I can't help feeling a smidge of sadness that I only got to do it once. I wouldn't trade twins for the world, but the baby phase goes so fast, and now it's done. Of course there are great things to come. But that part is done.
So this afternoon I watch my big boy chase bugs with his bow and arrow and my girl flip through magazines.
This is not posed. Ella loves getting the mail. If anything comes that will remotely pass as kid mail, I tell her it was meant for her. Today it's Pottery Barn Kids. One of her favorites. She spent at least a half hour in her lawn chair, flipping through various rooms and paint colors.
"Which one do you like Mom?"
I point to the cream room with vibrant blue accents.
"Hmmm. Me too," she says.
Girl's got good taste.
I can't mourn their growing up, or I'll miss what's happening now. And this is pretty amazing too.