When they are little the answer is "5 days" then "10 weeks" then "9 months".
Now what do I say? "15 months" or "just over a year" or "approaching a year and a half?"
This year I am anticipating her running on the sand, dipping toes in the water, sitting in the wet shore, or maybe even going into the tiny waves, taking hard naps, jumping in the pool and eating real food with the grown ups at meal time. . . quite a change from last year when she just slept in her stroller and would nurse every now and then.
my how time flies.
I have found myself in an emotional state recently, literally holding off tears at how I want to freeze time and hold her gaze and memorize every detail of who she is all the while fighting the image that she is practically going to be in high school soon and driving and then graduating and then off to college
my my my
did I mention "emotional"?
Maybe it's because we are going somewhere that literally has been my favorite week of the year since I was old enough to start remembering. And now she is on her 2nd week there. And realizing how one day she will be doing things that she used to do as a child and she may just be doing them with her own baby girl who is not such a baby anymore . . .
now for some debido throwback
|jean shorts and tie dye . . . nice - 1993?|