Two years...

I was meandering through my massive digital collection of photos and randomly ended up in May 2009.  As a (relatively speaking) grown up, two years doesn't seem that long.  I know on some level two years is a very long time, but in other ways two years passes in a flash.  And then I look at photos of my babies, who two years ago were babies.

Ava...

Cyrus....

 

Two years ago there was a four year old Ava, and a two year old Cyrus.  There wasn't ever going to be a Sol.  We were done.  I'd been a mother for 4 and a half years.

Some things have stayed very much the same.  I still have two (now three) beautiful, fun, clever babies.  I still love being their mother more than I ever could have guessed.