It’s a chore this time of year to pack up the winter and bring out the spring. The warm weather clothes bins were overflowing in the basement while the girls kept fishing for something spring to wear (even swim suits). Meanwhile the winter coats are still piled up next to the backpacks that never got unpacked from our Norway trip. I always dread this HUGE chore of packing and unpacking seasonal clothes.
Until I started pulling out all the sweet dresses for my youngest girl. They are all so familiar, from her sisters wearing them, and full of memories. This is a treat having three girls. We get to relive moments through dresses. And no one seems to mind wearing a hand-me-down.
This morning I went upstairs to discover my oldest girl had helped my little girl get dressed in one of her favorite old dresses. One that she wore to the beach when our middle girls was in a baby in a sling on my chest. The dress one she wore to get her first hair cut. And did countless twirls in the living room, and everywhere that she went.
This morning was a repeat of those events. The sweetest of times by growing girls, while I savor every little girl moment I can squeeze out of her these days. 
And the look back, from 2007…man we looked young! My oldest was two-and-a-half then. The middle girl was six months old. 
I don’t recall my middle girl choosing this dress much. She doesn’t have this serious side to her personality. Her favorite dress at this age was green with big cows on it, and a t-shirt with silly sunglasses. So different….the personalities of my girls. Yet so fun to watch.
