Yet some things do not change. They still sport milk mustaches after every sip, slam doors in their haste to go out, come in, back out...again, and blessedly continue to plunk down in my lap for a cuddle, and to tell me their stories.
I know that not many years from now I will look back on this time and think how small my children were. But, for now, what I see...are my children growing bigger by the day.
So, things change and so things remain the same...