Every day I look at my children and wonder how they went from tiny little babies, completely dependent on me, to these lanky, beautiful young girls who can climb trees and read and have their own strong opinions. I miss the days they were curled up on my shoulder, sound asleep, but I also look forward to the days to come. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about all the things I want to teach them as they get older.

To my daughters, my little girls, my endless source of joy and frustration:
My biggest hope in life was always to be a mother… But the reality is much messier than I imagined. And louder. And HARDER.