"a portrait of each of my children, once each week, in 2015"
It was an exhausting and beautiful Easter. We petted goats and held baby chicks, felt the sunshine on our face and felt free as birds as we swung high in the air. We ate too much chocolate and counted too many eggs, played baseball and hide-and-seek, and watched a little girl who felt so very pretty in her little white daisy dress. As I think back to last year, holding a little baby in front of Grandma's porch, and compare it to this year, I know all too well how fast it goes. It's painfully beautiful, this parenthood thing, and holidays only seem to heighten the realization of it all. God is good and His son is risen, indeed.