In a few weeks one of my nephews will be one year old. I took some photos of him last year as a newborn, and the last time my sisters and I got together I couldn't resist taking a few "anniversary" shots while he was sleeping in his carseat.
*If I want it, it's mine.
*If it's in my hand, it's mine.
*If I can take it away from you, it's mine.
*If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
*If I think it's mine, it's mine.
(Unattributed)
When we three shared a tiny attic room, it seemed like we couldn't put enough space between us. Now I'm grateful that we've settled within 150 miles from each other. What a blessing it is to be able to get together once in a while, to see how we're each raising our own children. I love my younger sisters.