How exactly do you capture in a picture two squealing babies enjoying being pulled in a sled despite the frigid 10 degree weather that they don't even seem to notice?
....or when the girls find their snack cups from the night before and ask to have it in such a sweet way that you just can't say no?
I'm not sure I can get in a picture the sweetness of Caroline ALWAYS wanting to to crawl into Grandmom's lap and just sit there sucking her thumb.
Or the look that comes on their face in the moments that they hear a familiar song...or in this case, see Mickey Mouse singing his song on TV.
How do a capture in a thousand pictures the increased level of understanding Caroline and Ellie have such as when I tell them to put a toy in the mailbox, they simultaneously rush over to to open the lid and be the first one to get their toy through?
...or how into window sills they are right now. No matter what house we are in, the window sill is the perfect place to put your toys, apparently.
How does a picture show how they love to be outside...no matter the weather conditions.
...and how they ask to go outside every time they get up from their nap.
And then there is their love for dragging their hands whenever they are moving. I can take a picture of a hand sticking out of the sled, but I can't seem to capture in a single picture how their hands are total ice cubes at the end of a walk from their constant hand dragging.
...or here in Texas, how their hands are black from dragging their hands along the top of the wheels while we go along the sidewalk.
I have many pictures of them in the grocery store, but I can't really capture the way they wave in synch to everyone we pass as I'm pushing them side by side in the cart.
How do I get in a picture the way they play with their toys and fight to the point of tears about who gets to pour the tea from their teapot?
Or how they point to the back door when I ask them where Daddy is during a work day...the back door being the entrance Blake always walks through with arms wide accompanied with two squealing girls when he comes home from work.
I really wish I could somehow get a picture of the way the girls sometimes lay their head on my shoulder in the store parking lot when I pick them up transferring them from the stroller to the carseat...which always opens up a floodgate of tenderness to my heart that I can only just stand there, slightly swaying soaking up the moment while ignoring the other cars that want my parking space, knowing that there's no place I'd rather be than right there, right in that moment.
And if I could only get a picture of that, I would. But the picture of that fleeting moment that is burned in my memory and in my heart is more beautiful, more tender than anything I could ever take....
....and all this makes me realize all over again for the thousandth time of how short this time is with my baby girls and how thankful I am to not miss a second of it.
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