Isn't it amazing that sometimes one individual photo can represent a whole phase of your life?
I was talking with a friend this week about how life changes.
No more babies nursing at all hours of the day.
No more sippy cups and bowls that suction onto high chair trays.
Picture frames can rest content on end tables,
knowing that they might only be knocked over by boys throwing balls in the house,
rather than little hands wheeling them around in plastic shopping carts
into the kitchen where they will be shattered on the tile floor.
And then I came across this photo, and I truly remembered how life used to be...