She used to fit perfectly in my arms from my elbow to my wrist, now she barely fits on my lap. When did my little baby I used to love kissing between her soft little eyebrows become this grown up girl? It's not possible that the last 8 years have gone by so fast. And it's only been 8 years, what will it be like when she's 18? or 30? Is this how my mom feels looking at me and my sister and brother?
I wish I could just slow things down a little. It makes me really sad when I think about her growing up, I know I'm already forgetting stuff about her when she was little. I just want to grab on to all the memories and never let them go, store them up so I can get them out someday, take them out one by one and see her again as she was when she was a baby/toddler. Or somehow go back in time and just relive them over again so I won't forget.
I love you my beautiful girl.
2 comments:
I don't know how I managed to miss your last few posts.
This was a really poignant look at growing up. You made me cry.
Robin, you have no idea how much that means to me. Seriously. Thank you.
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