My, How They Grow

Henry, at two years old. I can't look at this photo without getting misty-eyed. My, how I loved that little boy.

Here he is now, eight years old, and in third grade. I love him even more.

And this little peanut. Alice, at one year old. She was my velcro-child, attached to me at all times. Looking at this photo, I wish I could pull her into my arms so that I could feel those chubby little arms reaching around my neck. I would never let her go.

At six years old, in first grade, she's still willing to give me lots of hugs and cuddles. But these days, I have to ask for them.