Five and Three

This little lady turned 5 this week.  I'm trying not to get mad at her for that.  It's not technically her fault.



We got her a special Crown ring to remind her that she is a Royal Daughter of the King. 




And we took her out to her favorite restaurant and ordered the biggest ice cream sundae on the menu.  It had five candles of course.  FIVE.  *tear, sniffle*




And speaking of birthdays, I'm not sure I officially mentioned that DR turned 3 in October.  This face is pretty accurate of his everyday swagger.





I've been thinking so much lately about the fact that it's only for a very short time that I will have a 5-year-old and a 3-year-old. 

They still need me for almost everything.  They still want cuddles.  They still grab my hand wherever we go.  They want my affection and attention at all times.  If I'm in the bathroom, they want to be there too.  If I'm in the laundry room or the closet or the mailbox or the garage, they will surely follow me there.  They still make messes and cause accidents and wreck my house and never sit still.  But ohhhh they will only be that way for a blink of an eye!

Five and Three.  Precious ages.  Precious days.  Lord, help me be present.


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