Dishes piled up. Rooms being cleaned and vacuumed and toys being put away. Lucia sitting in her high chair attempting to grab a slippery banana in her uncoordinated grasp. Lia and Siena helping each other get dressed to run errands. The talking. It never ends. It never stops. Squeals and screams from Lia's room. "I can do it myself!"
Independence. Growth. Questions and head nods and deep discipline voice and hugs and exhaustion and gratitude. Wrapped into one.
Music in the background, our soundtrack to life.
Mornings like these are far too real to forget.