Milestones constantly whiz past us as mothers, don't they? Some are momentous, like a baby's first steps, first words, or first time to sleep through the night. Others tiptoe past us so quietly we might miss them. We had one of those recently.
It was a lovely, late-summer morning, and Grace and Abby had set up kiddie tents, blankets, and dolls in the backyard to pretend they were on a camp out. Jake was at a friend's house, and I was puttering around the kitchen trying to get a few things done. After a minute I started to wonder where Emma was. I looked outside and found this.