As I was playing with my daughters this morning, something hit me. Through the giggles and laughter, the dancing and the tickling, I stopped for a moment and saw the smiles on their faces and it hit me that we were going to be ok. That it was up to me and me alone, but that this was something I couldn't fail at. I can't fail at raising my children. I want to teach them so many things. To find that balance between innocence and street smarts that I haven't quite been able to grasp yet. That you can be the sweet, domesticated girl, love to shop and dress up, but love sports and throw back comebacks with the best of them. That it's ok to belt out songs in the car or to cry when you're angry, or hurt, or upset, or happy, or sad. I want them to be empowered by their emotions, not see them as weaknesses. To know that it's ok to be silly and ditzy as long as that's not all they are. To find something they love to do and hold onto it for dear life. I want them to love with all their hearts, but to not let their love make stupid decisions. To know that no love will ever be stronger than the love they have for each other and that true friends are friends for life. I want to teach them all the things that it's taken me 23+ years to learn and then tell them to throw it all out the window because you never stop learning, changing and growing. I just see how small they are and how much life they have ahead of them and I wish for so much for them. My precious little girls. They are going to do wonderful things and be wonderful people. I just know.

I just have to say that I think little baby chucks are the cutest things ever. Just got B. & C.'s fall shoes in & I'm swooning. =)