Okay, so I remembered there is a story with this picture. It gives me something to type at least...even when I should probably be typing other things. Anyway, when I was taking this picture Teagan had been kissing the mirror. I didn't catch her in the act with a camera but I was laughing so hard I really almost pee'd my britches. I had put her hair in a ponytail and then added the spiral pink and orange hair tie thing and after I said she looked beautiful she started kissing herself in the mirror. I just watched her wondering who in the world had come and inhabited my child? Honestly, I always hope she loves herself this much. Not in a narcissistic way but in a "I am beautifully and wonderfully made" way. I pray self-confidence continues to ooze (ooze, really?) out of her pores.
And there isn't really a story about the picture of Kyra Mae. Other than I cannot get over how fast she is growing. It just feels like a wind rushed through an open window and blew my calendar pages all over the place. So quickly time is passing by and I feel like I am not capturing it like I should. I pray daily that sweet Kyra Mae knows how much I love her. That I pray for her every night while I'm rocking her and feeding her and as I lay her down to sleep. I pray she knows just because she has to share me it doesn't mean I love her any less. She is such an amazingly sweet baby, so calm but so adventurous already. I pray she knows how hard I love her. How hard I will always love her.