And we blinked. 🥹 Today is Zoe’s last day of the Twos class. And with the Threes beginning in just a few short weeks, we now enter her final year of preschool. This was not a small year for our girl. Zoe has always been our wildly, fiercely independent kiddo — spirited and certain and completely, wonderfully herself. The 2-to-3 leap is a big one, and we watched it happen in real time: her vocabulary exploded, her curiosity deepened, her wonderment about everything grew louder and more specific. And through all of it, that face. You know the one. The cheeky, all-knowing look that says whatever you’ve asked of her is going to be done Zoe’s way, in Zoe’s time — and she’d like you to know she’s already decided. I have a feeling that face is going to take her very far in life. Somewhere in the middle of all of that becoming, she also became a big sister. To twins. She calls them both “my babies.” She asks to hold them. She talks to them. She is gentle with them in a way that makes ...