The memory that floods my mind as I recall last Easter is driving home from spending the day with family and seeing my baby in the rearview mirror. As her reflection smiled back at me, I noticed that our infant became a baby overnight.
This Easter, our little baby is a toddler. I have no words.
This is a quick photo recap of our Sunday – the basket, the family, and the toddler.
And just for comparison, this is P from Easter 2011:
I know I’ve heard this over and over again, so excuse my repetitiveness as I say: what a different a year makes!
Happy Monday, peeps!