Last weekend I took Claire and Caroline on a girls' date to the ice rink.
Claire took to it like a fish to water. Or a human to ice skating.
She has not stopped asking to go back, so I took her today right after school.
I'm sitting here watching her this very moment, and my heart is aching to see this tiny seven year old with rosy cheeks tearing across the ice. So fearless, so willing.
I feel like my heart is in permanent ache mode with these young children. Is it because they are beginners at everything? To be constantly watching them spread their wings - It's not a light thing.