I’m not one of those who tells the little ones not to grow up. Because when I see the wrinkles of skin folded around knobby, wobbly newborn knees, flakes of heaven’s kisses peeling off furrowed brows of slumber, watch them held in wonder by their siblings guarded ever so closely by parents serenading them with reminders to “please be gentle”, my heart swells with the knowledge that this is only the beginning.
Because like handcrafted tapestry,
their tender hearts have been woven together.
The texture is deep with nuances of exuberance and introspection,
the color rich with innocence and affection.
But from here, the friendships birthed by blood will only grow deeper as time enriches with antics and laughter and adventures and memories and, truly the best is yet to come.
But for now, this is the beginning of loved and adored and held ever so tightly, this is Baby Vinn and his family,
all made only more beautiful together, the art of five as one- a masterpiece.