She walked in the door this weekend and
it suddenly hit me like a mack truck. Something about the way she looked at me, or her outfit, or whatever it was that she was telling me about. My teeny tiny 4 lb 9 oz baby with the perfectly round face is not a baby anymore. She is a little girl. A little girl filled with sass and a heart as big as the moon. She is almost 5, which seems so old, even though I know we have a long way to go.
Im so proud of her. Im so in love with her. Im so lucky to be a part of her every step...so far.
She walked in the door this weekend and it suddenly hit me like a mack truck. Something about the way she looked at me, or her outfit, or whatever it was that she was telling me about. My teeny tiny 4 lb 9 oz baby with the perfectly round face is not a baby anymore. She is a little girl. A little girl filled with sass and a heart as big as the moon. She is almost 5, which seems so old, even though I know we have a long way to go.
Im so proud of her. Im so in love with her. Im so lucky to be a part of her every step...so far.
2 comments:
You know when I met you for the first time, you were only 5. Time seems to pass so quickly, savor and enjoy every moment. I know you will. Love, Auntie M
So funny to see these pictures and comments. I can almost remember the DAY and the TIME and the PLACE . . . that I felt that exact same feeling about you. I remember you ran in the back door and explained where you were going and when you would be back . . . and asked OKAY, MOM? You were very emphatic about the whole adventure. And I think I just kind of caught my breath , and didn't want to even fight it. I think I just said "okay". It happened. You were now a little girl.. . not a baby anymore. I remember sitting at the window and watching you run across the street and thinking . . . be happy baby girl and have fun. I love you. So hard to let go, yet so important. So hard. Still.
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