For my daughters,
Time has slipped from my grasp as it seems only just a few moments ago, you were running around the house, blanket in hand, like superheroes preparing to save the world. The tiny pitter patter sounds your feet would make as you flew amidst the wind. The echoes of laughter that filled the halls emulating a happy home. Late nights carrying you to bed long after your adventures came to an end and left you sleeping where you once stood. The sounds of wooden spoons struck against pots and pans like an orchestra rising towards their final crescendo. Watching you grow up over time makes me sad that you are no longer the little souls you once were, you have grown to form your own identities. The realization that I cannot reverse time back to when you were younger. Back to the patter, laugher, and noise. Back to the quests and adventures of you and I. Back to the horse rides and tea parties and that in between. Times that are now filled with picture frames and photo albums to reminisce on those days. Oh, how I miss those days. As I mourn your infancy, I welcome your newfound toddlerhood. As you learn to speak, crawl, walk, run, pass milestones, stone by stone, I am filled with pride as I watch you begin your own wondrous adventures. You are the protagonist. The gentle souls I know that you are. You are my daughters, I love you.
