Another month came and went, and this girl is seventeen months old now. She’s learning new words every day. Our current favorite is “no ‘iting,” which we assume means either “no biting,” or “no Ezzy” (our cat). She uses it whenever someone (or some animal) is doing something she disapproves of. I love watching her run, march, and dance, too!

I know my girls will be teenagers before we know it. We’ll be arguing and bickering and trying to get them to put down their devices and speak to us. But right now, dinnertime–the spills, food throwing, and coaxing to eat aside–is pure joy. It’s the time we have together where we pray as a family, our girls giggle and laugh, and my cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. I never want to forget that.

(See how she’s changed since last month.)