Kids, they grow up too fast. Am I right, or am I right?
My best friend/basically sister Dawn could probably speak to this much better than I can; she’s the one with kids. With that said, however, her girls are my nieces, and I cannot get over how big they are. It as clichéd as it is, it does seem like yesterday that we are at her baby shower for her oldest, Kennedy, gluing random appliques to blank onesies and noshing on the coolest self-serve candy buffet I’ve ever been a part of. Come to think of it, I bet it was yesterday…eight years ago.
The same could be said of the second bundle of joy. Dawn’s Mini Me, my Goddaughter, Reagan is a spunky young lady for six years old. Six years old. Which means it’s been five years since she smashed a cake to celebrate her first birthday, and four years since her second smash cake (which, if you ask her, she never had either cake, and therefore deserves on right now. That’s my girl…). I love seeing changes the occur week by week, but I cannot believe it when year after year flips by.
That’s one reason why I cannot get over the fact the the youngest, the forever baby Ryne is now one. ONE. She is no longer the patient little one we swaddled in Twins jerseys to practice infant photography. She is well beyond the skill sitting we waited for and is no doubt about to take off on two feet. She smiles, giggles, and communicates, certainly on the cusp of using words.
I get a little misty writing about it…
But like I have said before, this is one of the reasons why I value photography; these moments are not lost. We will forever have each of the sentiments I have mentioned, because they live in our memories and in our photographs. The following photographs are of Baby Ryne’s smash cake session, which a few of her beautiful sisters through in for good measure.