The Sweetest Gifts

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As my kids get older, I find myself thinking about how much they’ve changed, especially over the last couple of years or so. When did they get so tall? When did they start looking like young adults? How in the world is it possible for them to be this grown up while I’m staying so young (ahem)?

I’ve also had fun thinking of all the fun “gifts” my littles would bring to me, both hand made and things just found as they explored the world around them. And though I was given the occasional dead bug, they were treasures. Every. Single. One. So when Blondie bounced into my room with these…

One molar, freshly yanked, and one feather, just from the chicken (sorry, Chaka).

One molar, freshly yanked, and one feather, just from the chicken (sorry, Chaka).

…I immediately put them right where they could be appreciated. Nearing thirteen and still bringing me little gifts? I’ll take it!