The photos of Elizabeth and Philip at the top of the hill at the baseball field last weekend had an awfully familiar feel.
The shot was taken exactly 3 years ago today.
(Obviously a cooler April that year.)
It's amazing to see how much they've grown. In the first picture, Elizabeth was 5 and Philip was 3. Paul and I had only been married for a little over 6 months when that photo was taken so we were a relatively new family. It would be another week or so before we found out that Finn was joining our family.
Now we're a family of 6, rooted together; the kids barely remember a time when they weren't all siblings. We have our moments with the shift in dynamics that inevitably happens depending on who's home at any given time. But I see these two pictures, and I fill with amazement that we've managed to raise step-siblings who don't even really know that word. They love one another and fuss, laugh, fight, play, tease and care as one family.