Yesterday was Rowan's birthday. She's 4 years old! How does this happen so quickly? One minute they are tiny babes in my arms, and the next minute they are blowing out four candles on their birthday cake. I remember when Fletcher was born, my mother-in-law warned me. She told me that one day you'll be holding your son in your arms, and the next day you'll be holding your son's son. I can see now how those years can slip through your fingers so quickly. It makes my head spin to think how the years have flown since Fletcher was born!
Rowan let me take a few pictures of her on her birthday yesterday. I bribed her with promises to pick as many purple iris as her little heart desired.