Despite the St. Patrick's Day snow, spring unofficially arrived earlier this week with sandbox capers, dusting off the double stroller and lingering by a country roadside to gawk at charming lambs in the sunshine, and playing "beach" on the sidewalk.
Oh, I love these last few posts. I look at the young H and I think, "that was me!" imitation and adoration of big sister central... I love the sisterly love evident. I love the ballet. Hours and hours of throwing ourselves around in our imagined fantastic graceful glory... good memories. It must be so fun to relive them through your girls and watch their rapture.
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