What she sent me was a video that could have been a mirror image of a year of days spent walking at the duck pond near our homes. When we first started walking her first child was so little she could hardly get to the ducks before they scattered and ran, her second baby in the stroller, staring up at us and the trees as we talked and laughed the way only old friends can do.
Now, that same trail feels the footprints of a grown little girl, no longer toddling, her strength and love as she herds her little brother and now, even a little sister toward those same ducks who have always seemed just out of reach.
How is it possible that our one beautiful munchkin has now grown into the brave and wild big sister to the baby I rocked in my arms such a short time ago?
I watched Alyvia chase the ducks on some of my first walks after the hospital and I rocked Emma in my arms the day she was born.
Now they run together in that same park, chasing the ducks with the fearlessness of youth and little girlhood and I cry my happy tears.
Emma, Alyvia, Colton, you are my joy on the good days and the bad, near or far I love you.
If today you're hurting, you feel incomplete or unhopeful or alone, I hope you can look back on a picture you love from the past, and realize how far you've come, how loved you are, how everything you do has purpose.
Choose your our steps wisely, every single one of them counts.