Growing Family

At my house, the longest day passed in a blur of baby giggles, burgers and corn on the cob. Not the most elegant Father's Day repast, but one suited to young families.

These days are golden, and when the last toy is collected and stuffed into the diaper bag, and the cars disappear down the street, I'm left marveling, as I always do, at how our family has grown.

It will always be miraculous to me, which is, I suppose, how it should be.

(The elephant ear family is growing, too.)