Snapshot

Some days I see glimpses of the women my girls are growing into. Other days I can't seem to even imagine that tomorrow will come.... And every once in awhile I get a day that is one way for one girl and the other for the other. Today is one of those days. 

I am trying be embrace and be invested in Gwenna growing up and be present and love Amelia through her miserable teething crisis. 

Gwenna: 3 going on 13

Amelia: somehow manages to be the sweetest cranky pants ever. Little back story: their uncle Desmond (R's brother) has gotten them the exact same camo sweat suits the past two Christmases and Amelia has an unmatched love for hers. It makes her smile and forget whatever has just broken her heart.