When strawberry season arrives, is there a better time for pigtails and frilly red ribbons? Nope. So I grabbed my girls and off we went to the farm.
You can see Shira took her strawberry picking seriously, concentrating on the fruit’s flavor.
Chana was satisfied on just inhaling. Carrying their own baskets were proud moments for them both.
While Shira stopped to count her score, Chana decided it was time to taste.
Chana sang through much of the session. Though she greatly admires her older sister, who projects ‘Star’ in our family, little Chana is definitely a singular child with her own mind.
It doesn’t matter if they’re picking strawberries, coloring at their table, or just walking into kindergarten, my heart overflows. I still can’t believe these are my very own daughters. Lucky, lucky me.









