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In Which Brooklyn Looses a Tooth

It was a big night in the Hilton household. One of those delightfully ordinary days, filled with little more than chores and play.  In honor of the great book I was reading, Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet (See my recommendation here!), I cooked a tasty dish of chicken stir fry and noodles, which was enjoyed by the whole family. Even Nana and Bob-Bob joined in on the fun, which was an extra special treat for me. The bath and bedtime routine was seamless, and just as we were settling down for the night, Brooklyn came running into Grayson's room with the tiniest tooth in her hand and the biggest hole in her mouth! 


I cannot believe how small that tooth is! Such an itty bitty thing to symbolize the huge transition she is making from little girl to young lady.  It got me thinking...


This year has been (and I'm sure will continue to be) challenging. Warning to my parent friends: It's only gettin' harder!! But it's also been awesome as Brooklyn and I have found whole new world's of connection. I have shared with her stories about my year in kindergarten, experiences that we now have in common, such as making applesauce and loosing our first tooth! And in all areas of her life, she is starting to "get it". Reading - how letters have sounds and you can combine them to make words, and words come together to make sentences, which tell stories, etc. etc.  Emotionally she's starting to understand the nuances of respect, attitude, tone, humor, and timing. Spiritually we're having meaningful discussions about heaven, eternal life, and most importantly how we cannot save ourselves, but that Jesus lives inside our hearts and gives us His Spirit to do what we can't. 


And then there's Grayson. A rolly polly, bundle of adorableness that simply cannot be expressed in words or pictures or videos or anything other than being right there in the moment with him!! 

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