Postcard to my boys

Our girl is getting so big, but she still likes to be held. I'm glad to oblige because I know it won't last much longer. She will be eight years old in a few days. She's my best buddy. I'm sorry that our boys are grown and don't get to come along on this adventure. I've been thinking about them a lot lately. I want to share all of this with them--all of them. We did so many fun things with them when they were young. It's bittersweet to have that all be in the past.

Now they get to watch their little sister enjoy those special adventures. Maybe they too, feel a tinge of sorrow that their childhood with us has ended. We sure had a lot of fun.