Another blog put your childhoods, girls, in one sentence that stabbed me through the heart.
"Please don't go."
Please don't go, girls. I love and cherish each new incarnation of your personalities. I wouldn't trade you at seven for who you were at five, but please, please, leave me with each of them. I would keep a hundred versions of each of you. I would study a million spelling words, pull the wagon thousands of miles, cut pounds of strawberries and rock you for days.