Whenever I think of my two daughters, this is how I picture them in my head. My oldest with short bob hair, bangs & chubby cheeks, and my younger daughter with her barely-grown-out-from-her-bald-stage hair, both eagerly waiting for me to say go to throwing the water balloons inside the orange bucket one early Fall morning. Before they were old enough to go to preschool so I had them all to myself all day long. Oh, how I miss this stage. And what I wouldn’t give to have just one more day of this stage, so I can kiss their chubby cheeks endlessly, to give all my love and attention to them.
