The M girls

I can remember being a little girl so well. There is a whole world that separates being a baby and being a grown-up. And it has pink, and bows, and ruffles, and dress-up jewelry, and plastic high heels. But then there is this fine line, this age between the in-between age and the being the grown-up. And you don't know really what to you are. When you still secretly play with barbies, but start to wear make-up. You know what stage I'm talking about. Its emotional sometimes, its trying to be grown-up other times. Its confusing. Well, these girls are hitting this stage with every ounce of grace you could imagine. They can really make you remember just how cute freckles and braces are. They are lovely and sweet, and have this beautiful, considerate and respectful relationship with their mom. And it's mutual. You can tell that Momma M just adores her girls. And being that they are 22 months apart, and my girls are 17 months apart, I had a bit of a sentimental perspective. It made me happy to see two beautiful young girls on the path to becoming beautiful, graceful young women. Alright, enough talk.