Applesauce

To remember the first taste of sweet on his tongue; the unfamiliar cool softness on his lips; the wet leftovers on his chin; the mixed emotions on his face: surprise, delight, curiosity....

The girls have been waiting for this for a long time. They were fighting over the spoon. Fighting. I love their undying enthusiasm to teach and show and share.

How lucky is a mother to witness these small moments of discovery and progress, the growing up?