Sometimes I like to think of them as trees....
At first fragile little saplings that totally depend on the world around them to meet their every need.
Then, over the years--with careful tending to--- they begin to sprout and evolve into beautiful sturdy growths that can stand on their own
She would be the Oak...
Forever flowering in the spring
Offering shade and protection to anyone who needs it
Next, he would be the Silver Birch....
Tenacious yet humble
The youngest would be a Mountain Pine...
Standing above the crowd
And like all parents, in between all the ups, downs, joys and sorrows of family life
I wait and watch the life unfold