Tonight was our ward Christmas party. It was a lot of fun! Gwenna even sat on Santa's lap! (But that's another post entirely.)
As we were preparing to leave and dressing the girls in their Christmas dresses I pulled out a dress for Meredith. I showed it to Ted as I submitted it for his thoughts. He sort of laughed at it. As I held it up to her back, I realized it was a shirt on her.
So I put her in another dress that we received too late for Gwenna to wear which I had been holding on to for this very time... For this time when I could strangely place an 18 month dress on my baby. My BABY!
The dress made me think of an almost identical dress that a friend of our family got for Gwenna and I remembered back to the first time she wore it. It was at Ted's work Christmas party last year. Last year when Gwenna longed to be a big kid and I stole away to Ted's boss's office to nurse my one month old baby.
I recalled a picture taken of our family that night, showing off the dress very similar in size and style to Meredith's dress.
Of course I remembered this picture. It was taken last week... or month... or, oh dear, year!
I insisted that we get a family picture to show the similarities and differences a year had proven. And to be honest, I'm finding it tough to find many of the former.
I'm so grateful for all that this year has brought us - how our babies have grown into little girls and how many hundreds and thousands of blessings the Lord has poured, sprinkled, scattered all around us.