Summer Fun: Mountain Week

I try very hard to see my children growing, day by day, but I’m shockingly bad at it.  It takes some sort of benchmark, or moment of epiphany to help me see it– like growing baby teeth and the end of the toothless grin, or losing baby teeth and the beginnings of a mouth full of mismatched teeth.  Suddenly enormous feet, or the beginnings of a profile that matches Daddy’s (and all Daddy’s brothers and sisters…), or the ability to reach any doorknob– these are the measures of my children’s growth.   We are blessed with (almost) a week in the mountains each summer, and this year I had whiplash from seeing all the ways my children had grown since last summer in the same place.